Ave Maria is softly playing now, as it was then. It nearly instantly just moved me to tears.
The day your child, or any loved one, dies is likely the worst day of your entire life. I do believe, the day you bury them (or have a memorial service) is the second worst day of your life. It was for me.
What I enjoy most about this day now is honoring Meg's memory, as we did then. Through pictures, stories and memories. For funerals are less about death and more about a celebration of life. They are for us, the living, the loved ones still here on earth. She is fine. She is free. She is pure light and love. Those of us who loved and miss her are the ones who feel the pain of her loss, not her.
I often find that pictures or music speak louder than words. A friend made this video for us. It captures the love so beautifully. Thus, I ask of you to take 3 minutes and honor my little visitor from Heaven. The music is by Twila Paris. The song is called "Visitor From Heaven". It's beautiful. It sort of says it all. Let me know what you think.
As the years go by, the pain is less sharp. The days between December 18th (the day she died) and Christmas are still the worst ones of the entire year, but I am able to mostly function on most of them. They are all hard, with the ones of significance of course being harder. Every year on this day I am keenly aware of the significance of the day for myself and my family. I remember, though in far less detail than you would think, what I did that day and how I felt. It was so very sad. So very wrong. So very wrong to be attending a funeral mass for your own child. So very wrong to gather with family and friends in the Christmas season to bury a sweet child. I wrote in greater detail last year about this day. If you wish to read it you can find it here: Fly High, Fly Free
Today, it's foggy outside. Sort of matches my mood...
Yet, I also hold in my heart her essence, her love, her light. She is part of me and I, part of her. And that transcends death. She will always live through me, her brothers, her legacy. Missing her is human. Loving her is pure spirit. She is near. She always will be.