I will come to you in the silence.
This is a line from a hymn we sing at church.
If I allow myself quiet time she does come to me.
Her love is still alive.
Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris burned today on the one month anniversary of Mom's death.
I've never been to Paris, yet I feel how momentous it is to lose such a beautiful old thing.
I find myself looking at recent photos of her, and her death seems a dream. Unreal.
I miss seeing her face. I miss our fractured communication on FaceTime. I miss knowing she is there. I miss worrying about her.
Lord help me navigate the sorrow. Help me keep her love alive.
Shalom.
This is a line from a hymn we sing at church.
If I allow myself quiet time she does come to me.
Her love is still alive.
Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris burned today on the one month anniversary of Mom's death.
I've never been to Paris, yet I feel how momentous it is to lose such a beautiful old thing.
I find myself looking at recent photos of her, and her death seems a dream. Unreal.
I miss seeing her face. I miss our fractured communication on FaceTime. I miss knowing she is there. I miss worrying about her.
Lord help me navigate the sorrow. Help me keep her love alive.
Shalom.
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