Today I found myself missing the laughter that Laynee used to bring to our home. On the days when the kids are in school and I am home alone, the house is so quiet. I miss the silly little things that she was constantly doing to make me laugh. We have plenty of laughter in our home now but it is of a different sort. The laughter that Laynee brought was so spontaneous, born of her pure innocence. She was so busy, so determined, so ornery, and so incredibly funny. I miss her silly faces, her expressions, her bossiness, and her dances. I miss dancing with her in the kitchen when no one was watching and singing completely off key to hear her laugh at me. I miss the laughter that came when one of the kids hid behind a chair to jump out with a BOO. And calling to everyone to come quick to see the predicament she'd gotten herserlf into this time. I think back to when the kid's friends would be around and she would keep them all in stitches with her silly ways. I long to hear the sound drifting through my window of my niece, Dani and nephew, Garrett laughing with Laynee. I ache to hear her delight on the swings.
CS Lewis once said that "grief is like the sky, it covers everything." In recent weeks, our family has found that this is so very true. It seems that there is no right or wrong way to travel this path of grief. I have created this blog in hopes that some day we will be able to look back on our journey and see written proof that our great God never leaves us. God is good all the time.