Three years ago – three years didn’t seem near long enough.
Three years today seems like way too long.
Three years ago I sat on our porch & held my son as he took is last breath.
Three years ago our whole world stopped.
Three years ago we stood at the gates of Heaven & apart of us never came back.
Three years ago I changed.
Three years later I have learned to trust God with EVERYTHING. I have won a fierce battle with fear. I have worked through PTSD. I have coped with anxiety. I have cried. I have laughed through the tears. I have held my marriage together. I have learned to love like never before. I have gone from the deepest pit of grief to the valleys of mourning.
I haven’t stopped missing him, talking about him, thinking about him every.single.day. I haven’t stopped wondering what he would look like, what he would be interested in . . .
Three years & I miss him more & more.
For three years – God has seen us through the very worst days. He has remained faithful. His word has proven true. His grace sufficient. And his love – everlasting.