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People seem familiar with gifts that keep on giving. My crockpot is nine years old. It's formed porcelain is still performing; pulled pork production and all. All I do is plug it in. It's a gift that keeps on giving.
People are not so familiar, it seems, with losses that keep on robbing. My little girl would be nine years old today; we celebrated two treasured birthdays with her. Every year I wish I could be with Ruby on this day. If only I could plug a shared birthday back in. It's a loss that keeps on robbing. Celebrating a child's birthday is a gift. I grieve the loss of this experience at five, six, seven, eight and now nine. I am not excited about this day being on every annual calendar everywhere for the rest of my life. Ruby, come home.
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Anja Adjoh
7/14/2018 06:27:13 am
Oh Katie this is heartbreaking to read - our loved ones never disappear out of our memories, even when they went ahead. On birthdays especially the hurt can seem so cruel and unbearable. To know they rest in the arms of Jesus - safe from hurt and pain - helps me a little. Mau the great Comforter bring you comfort and love on this day.
Priscilla Burgmayer
7/14/2018 06:44:43 am
And dad and I grieve as well. And with our grief we hold on to the joy that Hope gives - a JOY-FILLED reunion some day with this sweet, sweet little girl. Leave a Reply. |
AuthorKatie Luse is a speaker and writer who is passionate about navigating life with eyes on a hunt for beauty. Archives
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