I listened to his deep laughter and watched his face animate in response to his daddy, and then I looked at the empty chair. Instantaneously, I could hear her laughter and see her rolling her eyes at the machismo.
I relived the week we lost Taylor this week. Somehow, someway each day from July replayed in my head. The events so fresh, so real I relished any crisis or calamity that occurred so I would be thrust back into the present. It kept me from writing for fear I would lose the battle between grief and life.
I am thankful for the ease with which we fill three chairs and laugh and share.
It's just never going to feel normal. I will always see her sitting next to her little brother, throwing her head back in a deep belly laugh or cutting her daddy and Wade short with a sharp tongue remark., or reaching across her brother's plate to steal his food.
The strength of family Joey taught us to have will enable us to sit and share a meal in just three chairs; the same strength of family will always beckon me to look for her across the table to the chair she used to fill.