Saturday, June 18, 2011

Daddy's Hands

A butterfly came floating by and I thought I knew her face.
She landed on my shoulder and spread her wings of lace.
I looked and saw her smiling as she winked and flew away,
I'm sure I heard her whisper, "We will meet again one day."

~ Author Unknown


Daddy's Hands

The same day a baby shower invitation arrived in the mail, is the same day I received the little lilac bonnet that was knitted especially for Aven. Happy. Sad. It is amazing how time doesn't stop and how I wish it sometimes would. My heart is often conflicted because I am happy that people around me continue to move forward but at the same time it is a reminder to me and D that we too have to move forward, only with someone obviously missing from our lives.  We both know that people wonder when we are going to "get over it." I am sorry to tell them that this isn't something we will ever "get over." Every day we focus on moving forward, making sure we remember and honor our daughter but also trying to make room for whatever the future holds for us. I am not sure when we will find an equal balance and I am not sure when our picture of grief will shrink into a manageable pretty little size that it won't be so overwhelming at times. I am not even sure that is possible. What I am certain about is that I have hope. The hope that we can experience other people's joy again. The hope that our happiness will return. 

1 comment:

  1. Hope is a beautiful thing! Especially after everything you have gone through and continue to go through:) ~Aubrey