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.

Celebrating Laynee

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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas Laynee
It's never the same without you.

I Love You so much baby girl. 
I'll never, ever stop loving you and missing you. 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Happy Heaven Day
Laynee Grace
You're the prettiest!!!!
I Love You and Miss You so much.
Save a place for me.  I'll be there soon.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Dear Laynee,

The last weeks have been rough.

 I have finally, after 5 years, resigned myself to the fact that August and September will always be difficult.  They will always bring with them a deepr, more intense longing for you. August brings back to school, a sharp, painful reminder that you are not here to advance to the next grade.  September brings Labor Day and your Heaven Day, both equally painful.  Both triggering memories. Some of the memories are so beautiful that I ache with longing to see your beautiful face again.  Other memories are horrific and I wish, with everything in me that I could blot them from my mind.

The last couple of nights I have laid awake, my heart breaking over and over again from missing you.  Time keeps stretching on and on.  Life keeps going.  The world keeps spinning and I keep missing you.  Sometimes I get overwhelmed by knowing that the missing you, the hurting, the sadness will continue until I see you again.  The rest of my life, it seems like such a long time to feel this way.

Sometimes life is hard. On the hard days, when unpleasant things happen or when life throws another challenge at us, I long for you even more.  The need to have you here with us becomes almost unbearable, as if my heart knows that if I could just have you back, then everything would be okay.

This year seems especially painful.  Maybe because Jamee and Jade are away at school and I miss having my girls here. Or perhaps it's because Kruz is two years old now, the same age you were when you left us and I worry often about being able to keep him safe.  Of course it could be just because five years seems like such a very long time.

I started a new blog to honor you.  Sometimes I need to write about all of the things that are on my heart, the things you've taught me, the way you've changed me.  This blog really didn't seem like the right place to do that and neither did our family blog.  So I started a new one and I will close the family blog.  But I will keep this one.  This is my special place for you, where I can come and look at your pictures, read all of the memories and remember that somehow, we really have survived this.   I titled the new blog  "God is Good, All the Time" because every single day, especially on the days when I miss you so badly, I have to remind myself of that.  I have to hang onto that one, very important truth because sometimes it is the only thing that keeps me going.

God is good, all the time and because of that I am going to see you again someday.  I can't wait.

5 years since the day I last held you but 5 years closer to the day I get to hold you again.

I love you so, so much baby girl.

You're the prettiest.


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Happy Birthday



Wednesday, December 25, 2013


Another Christmas without her and it still hurts. 
 It is our tradition to open a few present at night and then the kids empty their stockings Christmas morning. 

 I got up early this morning to stuff the stockings. All of them except Laynee's. I ended up putting all of the filled stockings on the floor because the contents made them too heavy to hang. And so Laynee's lone stocking hung from the mantle.

 Her stocking is beautiful, perfect for an angel but it brings that mix of sorrow and peace that has become such a part of our lives. 

 I am so grateful for all of my children. All of the love the fills our home, in spite of her absence. I am grateful for the many things that she has taught us. And I am so grateful for the gift of God's own son. For it is because of this great sacrifice that my sadness is not without hope. Because of this I can look forward to seeing her again one day.




Thursday, December 5, 2013

Growing Up

"I wish they didn't have to grow up" It's a statement we hear often from parents or grandparents of small children. One that is made out of appreciation for the refreshing sweetness of childlike innocence. I know that I said this more than once of my own sweet children during toddlerhood. But now? Now I cringe when I hear this.

 There is nothing more beautiful than a child. Except watching that child grow from toddler to grade schooler to teenager to young adult. The beauty, the real beauty, lies within the natural cycle of life and it's something that we often fail to truly appreciate unless that cycle is broken. We take for granted that our children will move on to the next stage in life because that's just how life happens. And yes, sometimes we long for the purity of a small child to remain forever. But once we have tasted the bitterness of the broken cycle of life, we know. We know that what we truly want, more than anything else on earth, is to see our children grow.

 This past weekend we took advantage of warmer than usual temperatures and bright sunshine to put up our outdoor Christmas lights. Jim and the kids hung the lights in front of the house, the girls strung some around the deck railing, and I put the lights on Laynee's tree. Laynee's tree is a beautiful Blue Spruce that was a memorial gift from our children's school. Every year I wrap it in twinkling hot pink lights, representative of our beautiful little girl. The lights go up at Christmas time and will remain there after Christmas until her birthday on January 30. I have had people tell me that "it's time to the Christmas lights down now." Sometimes I explain. Sometimes I don't. We know why the lights remain. We know what they represent and it matters little what others may think.

 This year, as I weaved the lights through the branches of that tree, with Kruz and Moise sitting nearby, I was struck by the size of the tree and how much it has grown. It used to be that I could stand flat footed and wrap the lights around the top branches. This year Brock had to stand on the seat of the 4 wheeler to reach. Each year I have to buy a couple of extra strands of lights to cover the whole tree.

 Suddenly I heard those words in my mind. "I wish they didn't have to grow up."

 The tree has grown. Laynee has not. I would give all that I own to see her grow up.

            Moise and Kruz enjoying the sunshine next to Laynee's tree that keeps growing.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Something Kind Of Wonderful

There's a feeling that I get sometimes that is difficult to explain. I had never experienced this in quite the same way until after I had to say good bye to my daughter. It's a feeling of experiencing great joy but aching for so much more. Tonight as I was out for my evening run down the country roads near my house, I experienced this.

  The evening sky was extraordinary. Pinks, reds, oranges and purples streaked across the sky, east and west. I never see a sunset or sunrise like this without thinking of Laynee. I imagine she is one of the master painters up there splashing all that color for us to see. But tonight it stole my breath away. The sky was so thick with color, Laynee's color. Missing her hurt so much that the familiar lump formed in my throat and tears came to my eyes. But the sky felt so close, heaven felt so close, Laynee felt so close, as though I ought to be able to reach out and touch the part of heaven that holds my daughter. The sky was so spectacular that I couldn't help feeling joyful but I ached for something so much more. I ached for Laynee, for heaven.

How wonderful, O Lord, are the works of your hands! 
The heavens declare Your glory,
 the arch of the sky displays Your handiwork