A grieving parent hangs on in many ways. The tangible items that seem unimportant become the last connection to one gone on before us.
My grandma kept the coins that were in my daddy’s pocket the day he was killed. They remained safely stored in her jewelry box for the rest of her life.
Many parents keep the last clothing item ever worn, unwashed, often in a bag to preserve a faint whiff of their smell that lingers behind.
Some sleep with a favorite stuffed animal or shirt belonging to their child.
David and I keep Millie’s toothbrush in it’s place where it has been since it was last used July 7, 2020.
When I use her “chap” as she called chapstick, I think of it touching her precious lips. They are fun flavors from her friend Ady and they still make me smile, just as they did her.
In the library today, I heard a mama calling out, “Amelia, come here” and I looked. I knew it wasn’t ‘my’ Amelia but oh to catch sight of one who shares such a sweet name with our Millie.
It makes my heart both ache and be filled with joy in a single beat.
Are these signs we aren’t moving on with our lives? No, they are signs we lived a beautiful life and are so thankful she was part of it.
Our precious blessing Millie Amelia Joy.
Better a breath with her than to never know the joy of our girl. Thank you Jesus for Millie’s life.
~Telling Christ’s story {Because of Millie}
︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵ ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★ I still believe in Millie’s Miracle ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵