Today, Good Friday, is the 311th day since Paula died.
Micah was 311 days old when he miraculously survived the crash that killed his mother.
Starting tomorrow, Micah's life will have been more without Paula than with her. As time marches forward, these 311 days will become a smaller and smaller proportion of his life.
I lament that life goes on and pushes out our former life. All we have now are stories, memories, photographs, and a few cherished possessions. But it is her that we want, that we miss so much.
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1 comment:
That's very sad. I'm so sad too.
Sheila
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