I’m leaving in about an hour to go meet with a friend who is a going to help us design Nick’s tombstone.
It’s amazing to me how many memories we made with Nick.
How many smiles he gave to us and to so many others.
Tim and I both spent hours yesterday clicking through pictures on our computers and digging through Nick’s memory box. We haven’t really talked about how we feel. It’s just too painful. I cry alone. And I know he does too. It’s almost as if we both know that sharing each other’s hurt just isn’t possible right now.
Goodness. Grief doesn’t seem to get easier sometimes. I feel as if I walk three steps forward and then fall four steps backward.
Just pray for us today. Please.
I’ll share about the retreat soon. The ladies who pulled it together did such a wonderful job. I was blessed to be there.
But for today, I have to do something I have put off for months.
Somehow create a beautiful reminder of the life Nick lived so courageously.
My only desire is for people who walk through the cemetery and stop at Nick’s grave to see a boy who lived life with joy because he knew there was more to this world than this world.
Thank you for every prayer.