This is a special window of the year. These precious calendar days when Eliot was here on earth with us. 99 of them. Holy moments tallying the sunrises and sunsets.
July 20th- October 27th. We have so much to remember and to be thankful for; never enough.
And I am left still sorting out my life in the wake of losing my son. Don’t for a moment think I am all better, I am not. Better is not the destination for the jaunt my life has taken. Instead of trying to get better, I am trying to live out the rhythms of a greater song that rang out through his tiny life.
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This is a special window of the year. These precious calendar days when Eliot was here on earth with us. 99 of them. Holy moments tallying the sunrises and sunsets.
July 20th- October 27th. We have so much to remember and to be thankful for; never enough.
And I am left still sorting out my life in the wake of losing my son. Don’t for a moment think I am all better, I am not. Better is not the destination for the jaunt my life has taken. Instead of trying to get better, I am trying to live out the rhythms of a greater song that rang out through his tiny life.
Go to TheStoryFork.com to read the rest…