It’s in this way that way that I’m choosing to remember her. Not as the girl who did not get to continue, but as the one who got the chance to live in so many moments.
She told me that night, that she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer, and not to put my life on hold because of her. Those words stuck with me as I boarded the plane, landed in my new home.
“I saw the ‘white light’ but it was a white party in a big room on a beautiful day and as I was trying to walk to the doors something kept pulling my hand. When I looked it was a 6-8 year old beautiful little girl…”
Expect your heart to stop beating every time the phone rings at an unusual hour in the night or when more than one missed call pops up on your screen.
Despite nearing my thirties, this week I felt like a six year old child again, begging and desperate for my mom to heal this raw wound of mine.
Feeling guilty about feeling happy.
I heard ‘I’m sorry for your loss’
Every year has difficulties. Difficulties are normal. It’s how you live your life each day that determines how you create a lifetime.
That’s the really admirable thing about human hearts – they feel, sometimes without permission. And we’re so lucky when they love deeply.
She’s strong, because she hasn’t let death turn her into a cynic. She still has a huge heart. She still has a lot of love to give.