As I sit tonight, studying neonatal resuscitation in
preparation for an exam on Wednesday, I am awash in emotion. This is a strange
week for us. McKay turned 4 two days ago. Grant celebrated 1 month today. Even
Talmage had a milestone this week, as he hit 18 months last Tuesday. All of
these things, all celebrations of varying magnitudes, each cast strange contrast
on this shadowy week. They are all reminders that life moves forward. Always. And
that is both good and bad.
Still, tonight, it isn’t sorrow I am feeling. Homesickness,
maybe. But mostly, I think, gratitude. Christina’s sisters and their beautiful
children took time today to visit and decorate Connor’s grave. This action, as
simple as it may seem, brought an immense amount of love and comfort into our
home and our hearts. It isn’t always easy to be so far away from home, especially
at times like this. But I am happy to report that distance doesn’t dim a family’s
love. I am so grateful that others remember Connor as an important part of our
family, too.
Thank you.
