I'm not much of a crier, but as I type this, I'm sniffling with a few tears rolling down my cheeks.
As I was preparing our Christmas cards earlier tonight, my thoughts were jumping around. I found myself remembering that on the night of December 16, 2003 I was doing the exact same thing, preparing Christmas cards. I only remember that seemingly unremarkable task because today, December 17th, marks the seventh anniversary of my Aunt Kathy's death. Many of the details surrounding that event in my life are still so vivid. One thought led to another and then I found myself re-reading the series about her here and hence the tears.
It's unexplainable. How can something feel like it happened centuries ago yet just like yesterday?
One would think that after seven years there wouldn't be anything more to cry about. But I still miss her, and my heart breaks for her children.
I'm thankful that the piercing pain fades with time so life can go on. However, I'm also thankful that the pain hasn't disappeared completely so life can go on in a noticeably different fashion to ensure she will never be forgotten.
1 comment:
Your last paragraph was beautifully written, great expression. I agree, seven years seems like a long time, but the vividness of the memories and that tragic night make it seem only like yesterday. God bless you, Kathy, the kids and all who had the opportunity to know and love her.
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