Today marks one year since we said our earthly goodbyes to my mom. It doesn’t seem possible that it has been one year already. I still feel numb, overcome with grief, and in denial, in turns. Even though I know she is no longer in pain or experiencing anxiety or depression, I still long to hear her voice one more time. I miss our daily chats on IM, her silly jokes and sayings, her presence at her granddaughters’ birthdays and special events. I miss HER.
We visited her gravesite this afternoon with my younger two daughters. (Adrianna was at a special youth group event.) Kids are so refreshingly blunt and honest sometimes. Bree commented that I cry every time we visit there and had a lot of questions about Nana and her burial there. She said she wished Nana was still here so they could play with the ponies again. And Cate, speaking with her sweet, childlike faith reminded me that “Jesus takes care of people who die.” Children are such a blessing in the face of grief.