He Sees Each Tear That Falls

 

Since our granddaughter Emma’s passing at the age of 22 days, I haven’t felt much like writing anything. Certainly nothing amusing. Our Christian faith lets us know that we will see Emma again one day. All of our loved ones who have passed before us will be there, too. And while that is a hope to cling to, the pain remains. But our strength is in the Lord. Emma Skye is safely in our Father’s loving arms.

I found this anonymous quote that pretty much says it all:

"Grief never ends…but it changes.

It’s a passage, not a place to stay.

Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith…

It is the price of love."

Hug your loved ones. Go ahead and even hug your liked ones! You will all feel better by it. And if you can manage a smile for those you don’t particularly care for…good for you!

emerging from the dark

OK Gladys, I'm back. Thanks for your patience. And thank you to everyone for their good wishes and prayers. I won't dwell on things I have no control of, but will try and move forward.
Easter was a bit tough as expected, but having Sarah and Lia here made a world of difference. And Marv's mom got to come to church for the first time since she moved into the nursing home. All in all it was a good day.
I finally went to the doctor and asked for some extra "help" with some of things I've been dealing with. He put me on Celexa, which is an antidepressant/antianxiety med. I think it's beginning to make a difference. I'm a lot calmer and have more control over the tears. I've gotten really tired of crying all the time. I'm able to look at things a bit more objectively. I know I should've done this a few years ago, but had been able to somewhat cope until lately.
So onward and upward. I've got three books started that I go between, depending on what mood I'm in. I hope to have them in my report at the end of the month.
Tomorrow night I go to a stamp party. Wheee!