But our daughter, his sister, their grandchild, their niece, their cousin should have been here today. We missed her; throughout our week I could see each of us look and long for her. Every time I would set the table, I would have to stop and recount the plates, and I would curse death.
We can remember her together; we laugh at the stories and recall with ease our times with her. Our memories do not cause us pain - but her absence still does. I just feel compelled to night to be honest about this. God continues to give us strength for the day, but it doesn't take away the hole in our hearts or our longing for something different.