Each time I linger just a minute too long at her picture I feel a tug at my heart and a lump in my throat. I fight it because it hurts too much to go there. I don’t think that the passage of time will ever make that less painful.
There is so much raw emotional that swells when I look at her picture. I see the mortality in her face, yet I see the gift she brought to me and others with her uniqueness. I say to myself “walk away” “stop looking” – I do that not because I don’t want to see her I do it to protect my broken heart. The passage of time will not change that.
My heart broke forever on October 13th, 2006 and regardless of all the good things that happen in my life today, my heart will always be broken. I cannot change that. What I can change is how I live my life.
The passage of time will not change the trajectory of my life. Her death will not define my life. It was her life that changed me and made me the person I am today. The passage of time will not change that.
As Easter approaches I am reminded of the resurrection and the life that awaits those who cross over. Easter is the gift I treasure now even more than ever. It is the hope I understand that I will one day see my beautiful daughter again. The passage of time will not change that.
Until next time,