The last two weeks can only be described as heartbreaking. You took a piece of my heart with you.

There have been sleepless nights and buckets of tears.

We have spent hours of planning your Celebration of Life Service and taken phone call after phone call consoling the many people that loved you so very much.

The house has been full.

Full of your family as they travelled thousands of miles to make it here before you met Jesus. Thank goodness for this big old house. She has made us proud. She has kept your family safe and warm during this frigid week as we talked and shared about how much we will miss you.

Our friends have fed us. Oh my goodness. I’ve never felt so loved as I have this week by our friends.

The family had to go home yesterday and the new normal starts today. It’s really early on Sunday morning and I’m singing this morning. I’m afraid I might be a bucket of tears this morning at church but what’s a girl to do? Waterproof mascara is the only thing I can think of. And of course, Jason picks It is Well to sing this morning. I cry every single time no matter what during that song. However the song is so perfect.

Through it all, through it all

My eyes are on You

Through it all, through it all

It is well

Through it all, through it all

my eyes are on You

It is well, with me

Our sweet sister gave us gratitude journals to write in and today will start day 1 cause you told me not to be sad. I won’t say what I said back to you but now…… I will follow instructions.

I miss you so much already. But I am promised:

Promised as you loved Jesus with your whole heart that one day we will meet again.

Promised as you led me as a little girl to love Jesus with my whole heart that Heaven would be the place that we would all spend eternity.

Promised…..

that while I’m still here on earth trying to keep it together,

learning how to drive our 3 speed on the column 1966 Ford F100 and I might even sass you a little since you called me chicken.

figuring out how to maneuver through your gazillion tools in the garage,

choking down tears at Sunday night family dinner,

watching as Mom learns to live without you.

that when I take my last breath and enter the gates of heaven, we will meet again.

I will meet you at the gate. Ok?

Love,

Your baby girl