There is not one day that I don’t think about you (usually many times in a day).
For 14 years and 3 days, I’ve thought about you. My daughter. My second born. My angel baby.
I know deep in my heart that this is the way that it was meant to be but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you, think about you and wish you were here with us doing life in physical form. You’d have a blast with all your sisters.
I accept our journey.
I’ve grown because of it.
It changed me in a good way.
It made me stronger.
It made me realize that the only one standing in the way of my dreams is me.
Because of our journey, I appreciate my life even more.
But, that doesn’t mean that the grief has disappeared. It just means that it has changed.
It’s not raw like it used to be.
It doesn’t sneak up on me anymore.
It’s apart of me now and who I’m being.
My joy of having you will always outweigh the grief. I choose for it to be this way.
I choose to honor your life by living mine.
I choose to not let the grief define my journey but fuel it in a beautiful way.
For those of you who have lost someone close to you know this…
This journey is yours. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. There is only your way.
Your loved one that’s passed wants you to live on (which is different than moving on).
It will get easier.
The pain will change.
The grief will ease.
There will be more joy found in each day.
You will get through this. You are strong enough. Even at your weakest moments, you are strong because your grief shows the strength of your love.
You are not alone.
We all stand with you.
~ Jill
You can read the whole story in my book When the Meaning is Lost.