I don't know how do to this. I see this cross that sweet friends made for our girl and I still can't make this nightmare real.
I am thankful they want the world to know that my girl was here and she was vibrant and vivacious. I am thankful others work to make sure the world remembers my Taylor Renee even when we all work to make sure that our work and our worlds go on - even in the nightmare.
In between the horror, though, are bits and pieces of the family that we used to be; that we are. Our ability to tease Wade mercilessly has not diminished. His arrogance and self-confidence have not waned. There are moments on nights where we are normal - or just as normal as we always were. Taylor used to say that our family put the 'fun' in 'dysfunctional'.
I am thankful that there is enough strength in our family that those fun or dysfunctional moments still exist. It's a life jacket we wear.