I am living with one foot in August 13, 2006. I suppose it will always be this way. How could it be otherwise? This is the day I watched helplessly as my daughter's soul flew on the wings of an angel to God. There is a piece of me that will always reside off Highway 126 in a beautiful glass case. For there amidst the stepping stones of life and death lay a piece of my heart. I sometimes think I could stay beside her memorial all day and night, wishing to hold on as long as possible to whatever I can.
Instead, I help her daughters trim their flowers and put them in the vase with water. We talk about their mommy and smile at the photos and all the things placed there that are reminders of her. And then, as I walk away, two little hands in mine, another piece of me stays behind. A perfect piece. That piece of my heart stays there with my own little girl one of the most miraculous creations.
God gave me a gift, one of many. What did he give you?