Every once in a blue moon I’ll visit Jenna’s blog. I made it private for personal reasons but sometimes I take a stroll down memory lane ‘where i was’ this time last year, two years ago, etc.
Two years ago the grief was raw. Agonizing. For some reason four months after she died was harder than it was right after her loss. It began to sink in, and on some level it became real.
Hope was bleak. There was guilt at the idea of healing. Now that totally doesn’t make any sense, but it DID.
I have a different hope today.
I got reminded today of that sweet moment that will make life so worth it. All worth it. When I do get to hold her again.
And answer the mystery in my heart of who this precious girl is.