No Words
In the past few months, I've had few words to say. This blog has been such a part of my life for so long, and I have shared our family's joys and sorrows through the years. Yet, when Lacy passed away I was left with few words. At first the thoughts came quickly. Kenny and I were so grateful for the time we'd had with our son. We were grateful for God's mercy in a time of great suffering. We were thankful for the standing-room-only crowd at his memorial. We were thankful for the lifting of burdens and worries. My child died, and part of me died with him. I didn't realize it right away. As Kenny and I have talked about Lacy and that terrible morning in May, we've come to realize that we suffered an amputation. I will never get that part of my very being back. I will never be completely whole again this side of glory. The memories of holding our son for the last time, kissing his forehead and hands - already cool to the touch - and then our last glim