We are still very much in shock. It doesn't seem real. Nothing is normal. And though we are thankful for the rest and deceleration of life's everyday demands, we feel like we are drowning a bit in the vastness of our days.
I catch myself trying to be efficient in errands or tasks and realize with a sinking heart that it isn't necessary anymore. My calendar is clear and my arms are empty. I don't need to take a 3 minute shower. I don't need to think ahead and pull meds and gather supplies and plan for a 20-minute routine just to get out the door.
Almost 6 years ago, our lives changed forever. End of August 2013...Milla had her first seizure. She and I rode in an ambulance down to LeBonheur. And May 4, 2019, Elle and I rode in an ambulance to our house from LeBonheur so that we could hold her in our arms at home as she met Jesus face to face.
How has it been 6 years of fighting this awful disease? How did we endure? How are 2 of my babies gone? It's a fog right now that I just can't seem to see through. I can't get my bearings. And my brain and body are physically fighting the reality of it. The weight of it is too much to bear so for self-preservation, I remain in the fog. I have no choice. It is involuntary. I feel the need for flight. Fleeing from all of the sorrow, from this house even.
I need to tell you all how utterly beautiful Elle's service was. The Holy Spirit was present. He moved and was.in.that.place. At some point, when I get a copy, I will figure out a way to post it online. Jesus be praised. I want to yell it from the mountain tops...ALL GLORY AND HONOR BE TO GOD. May all people see Him and be drawn to Him through Milla and Elle's little lives. Oh how we long for that.
I think I will sign off for now although I think it helps to write. Thank you for listening. Thank you for loving us. I have so, so, so many thank-you's to say and give to people. I will spend a lifetime doing so.
We have witnessed much. And much beyond our understanding.
And the Lord, it was He that did go before thee; He did not fail thee, neither forsook thee.
Much love,
Dana