I hadn’t done any planning or baking, or even sent invitations.
I had gone to the grave.
My Aunt had purchased wreaths from the girls.
The shipping to Florida was more than the wreath.
So she wanted me give them to someone that might be in need of cheering up this Season.
I had decided early on to put one of the wreaths at Elijah’s grave.
I leaned into the pain.
I breathed in deep the fresh air and wrote in the snow;
Because with every fiber of my being, I do.
I head back home.
She had just recently finished her work here on this earth.
And now. . .But I didn’t have time for that thought,
because Gary’s cousin walked through the door.
She is love personified.
She brightens a room when she walks in.
She invariably has me laughing and crying at the same time. And I love her.
He has repaired a projector that shines holiday pictures on the house.
It is a projector that Elijah loved. And it was broken. And Gary was happy.
Well, John has fixed this little tacky item that brings great joy and the little girls are in heaven.
But before he leaves or finishes the project; in walk 3 of my Sister in Laws.
And I marvel at the grace in this old house.
They come bearing gifts.
I have none to give.
Really I have nothing to give.
I open the gift.
I miss him; so much.
The tears flow.
But they aren’t the tears of searing loss.
They are not the tears of, “why, oh God why?” They are the tears of grace.
Of recognizing how incredibly blessed we are.
How in this journey we are walking, we will rarely walk it alone.
We will be held. We will carried through.
The sisters weren’t through.
There was another gift.