This is something I wrote the day before the one year anniversary of the accident. It really isn’t complete or anything, it’s just a few thoughts that were going through my head at that time.
How do you measure a year? In days, weeks and months? Or in moments and memories?
How do you describe how drastically life can change in a single moment for three families in three very different ways?
How do you explain God bringing two of these families together in ways you could never imagine for reasons you still don’t know?
How do you imagine that a family on the brink of disaster can be saved by such a costly tragedy?
How do you reconcile being joyously grateful for the daughter you still have while dreadfully missing the girl she used to be?
How do you come home at the end of the day to your child being there when a friend down the street comes home to her child’s empty bedroom?
How do you grieve that your daughter can no longer play the sport she loves when another’s daughter is no longer here?
How do you miss and ache so much for someone that you didn’t know all that well?
How do you open your hands and let go of your shattered dreams so God can give you new dreams when you don’t yet know what they are?