grieving with guinever

Tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of my daughter’s death. So what does two years out look like?  Its easier than a year ago, two years ago. I didn’t say it was easy.

Coral, who is also remembering my daughter this week, wrote on her blog,

…The gaping heart wounds no longer bleed at mere contemplation – they ache as old bones before a rain. A quiet sadness, held close to a heart, expressed in solitary tears and unheard sighs. Thoughts of a hand no longer held, a smile’s echo in another face, a laugh whose sparkle is nearly lost in memory…

My daughter Mary was sick last night. When she woke up when others were sleeping, I held her. And I kept on holding her. I didn’t want to let her go. I never want to let her go.