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One year ago today I stood at your graveside, alongside your momma, tears streaming down. The wind whipped between us as I placed a lone carnation on the earth above you. As your momma drove home she began to cry. We pulled into the driveway and she sobbed as she spoke of her questions, longings, and pain. She missed you – more than I will ever know.

A year has passed since that time. A year and a month since you left. And throughout that time many tears have been shed. Some in anger and frustration. Some in longing and heartache. Some in surrender and love. Not a day goes by when you are not thought about. Not a baby passes without thoughts of what you could have been.

But there has been healing. I talked to your momma on the phone last night and we had a wonderful time. Yes – we caught up on the normal things – home life, school, church, youth group, daily activities, – fun stuff like that. But then we talked about you. About how you are still near and dear to our hearts. About how much you mean to us. About how we still love each other and you. And about how there were balloons on your birthday.

The Lord has healed and will continue to heal. Yes, there will be more tears, but as your momma said, they are simply because you are missed.