missing Emma as I crossed the finish line yesterday, receiving a phone call this morning from the Batten Disease Registry in NY or somewhere up North asking how Emma is, reading lines from a blogger wondering how the world keeps spinning when her little one is no longer here and completely relating, trying to explain to Cora that her sister is no longer a little baby just because she is in some of her photos around the house, appreciating the handmade Mother's Day gifts from my children and wondering what Emma would have made or written...
It's hard understanding why the precious gift we were given was taken back. I don't think it will ever make much sense to me. My heart aches, my eyes water, and my throat tightens with sadnesss.
"The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18
