15 Years...

If it were anything other than death, 15 years would most certainly warrant a grand celebration. Instead, it only reinforces the heartache and disbelief that’s been present since you left.

But here we are. Another year without you.

Little has changed, including the wonder of how life could have…should have been...

And as the days pass by, I keep reminding myself to live, and enjoy life as it is, with all that I have and am grateful for. I know full well that my time is becoming more precious, and that I still have much to do before I see you again. And I strive to emulate how you kept pushing forward, while showing us patience, grace, kindness, and love.

God…how I miss you…

You don’t get over it, you just get through it.

You don’t get by it, because you can’t get around it.

It doesn’t get better, it just gets different.

Everyday…grief puts on a new face.

-Wendy Feireisen

(Grieving Mothers)

Good night Miss Jessica.
I love you. Always.

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

-Winston Churchill