On April 5, we celebrated Libby’s 9th birthday. On April 8, we grieved her 8th angel day.
A three-day span filled with so much emotion, not including the long weeks that lead up to it. We spend the time wishing, missing, hoping, wondering, playing, escaping, believing and doubting. But most of all: wanting. Wanting so bad for it to be different and cursing that it can’t be.
That has been the drill for the past 8 years. An uncontrolled, yet predictable, series of events each year. It comes and then it goes.
But we will always, always remember.
Always.
(some random shot from this year’s days)
Flip-Flops and Snowballs 