Kira and her Daddy
I warned in my first blog post that I might flash to the past. Well, here is the first flash. The whole point of my starting a blog in the first place was to create a history of our family. Memories come in all varieties, some good, some bad, and some ordinary. As much as we don't like to think about the bad memories, they are still part of our history. It's actually pretty amazing that I can even post this. Normally this memory is impossible for me to bear. The day of Paul's funeral I went to dinner at the New Hong Kong with my brothers and sisters. I wasn't really hungry, but the company was good so I went. In my fortune cookie I got the fortune that said, "Time heals all wounds," It was pretty ironic, but here I am one year and six months after putting my boy in the ground I can just begin to talk about it. I can still feel that choking lump in my throat and it takes some effort to keep the tears from falling, but it is a start. I owe such a debt of gratitude to my wonderful husband who held my soul in his hands for weeks until I was strong enough to hold it on my own. I love you Paul, my little white haired boy with the happy heart. You will be eternally 26 years old to me.
1 comment:
I loved what you said about Jay holding your soul... I've never heard it said like that before and it was really beautiful. I also loved that song on the video.
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