Today is Abby’s birthday. She is six years old. She is celebrating in heaven.
This is her third birthday that I have spent without her. I went to the cemetery a couple weeks ago. It had been several months since I had been. I think I knew I’d be going a few times in the pre-Spring and maybe I wanted to get a head start to prepare myself for these visits. Does that make any sense at all? I don’t know. Part of me wanted to see the barren cemetery before it springs to life with green and color.
I wasn’t disappointed at all. The cemetery was damaged and broken from the ice storm so I got an extra dreary feast for my eyes. Clean-up was in its final stages with all the little roads piled high with broken branches.
I went today with the whole family because it is Abby’s birthday. We had planned to feed the ducks but it was cold and raining, so we can do that another day when it’s nicer. I bought 6 roses tied with a bow and a butterfly.
Because it was drizzling, we sat in the car together while Todd read the story of Lazarus.
Unlike Mary and Martha, I didn’t get my miracle. Abby is still in the grave.
Yet it reminds me of eternal life and the life to come and the life that Abby is living now in glory.
And my sweet, tender Alex wept.
grieving with guinever 