Heavy

 

You always said there would be plenty of time to sleep when you were dead.  So...why don't I believe you are sulking in a bed like I am today?  

What is it like for you on the other side?  Are you seeing beautiful things and thinking: "Ah!  Ember would love this!"  

Do you have those painful grief punches in the gut when you remember I am not in the next room? 

I'm doing ok.  Really.  I just miss sharing life with you.  I can do one day at a time.  The thought of getting through a day is totally doable.  When I let my mind tell my heart you aren't coming back again it kills me.  I let that in for a bit today.  It's brutal.

When this happens, I have a good cry, listen to this song and hand it over to Jesus.  

He fills my broken heart with hope and thinking of you working in heaven puts a smile on my face.

I'll keep working hard here to put a smile on your face too.

We got this! 🤟

("fake it till we make it?") 😂

I'll just wait...and believe

🥰