Remembering

Sometimes in the chaos and the crazy, you have to slow down and remember.

Even when remembering is difficult and painful.

I remember today that phone call when there was devastating news that I could do nothing about. It still haunts me, the fact that I could do nothing to stop or change the course of events, and I couldn’t even be there.

I read her story, Losing Titus, again this morning and cry. I cry because there is new meaning, deeper understanding, more beauty in the broken. She is growing into a beautiful woman with a deep, deep heart.

I love you, Erin. I remember. I am so, so sorry.

 

 

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.