I kept saying that I wanted to blog about Rory...share her with the world. You don't know how many times I've gone over all the things I wanted to share about her. Wanted to boast and shout from the mountain tops. But I couldn't do it. Not yet. It hurt too much. I would wake up at night and just cry thinking about her. I still need to tell the world how amazing she is. I refuse to use the past tense.
Now I've lost Allison. Now I have two stories to tell. We're broken. Pastor Ruby slipped a pile of scripture cards into my hand yesterday. I can't remember which scripture it was but it said that God draws the broken near to him. I am broken. God must be near to me although, to be honest, I feel so far. It's a weird world I live in. I oscillate between feeling completely numb, not really living, to severe heartwrenching pain. And then back to numbness. I know it will get better, it has to get better. Just not today.
Scott is first to gather his courage and give tribute to his oldest daughter. He amazes me.