Today marks 20 years since my Stephie left. Twenty years. It's forever ago and just yesterday. I can still hear her last breaths. Feel her tiny hand in mine.
The 20th Anniversary for Hurricane Katrina is at the end of this month. It happened a few days after her funeral. She was buried in a lovely purple casket, because, of course. 💜
After the funeral and during the days of Katrina coverage where I was numb and dumbfounded that the Earth was still spinning, the same thought kept running through my head - "We got the privilege to bury her, a gift so many in Louisiana will never receive."
Twenty years later. Countless personal and worldwide catastrophies piled up and piling. I still think how grateful I am that we got to say our goodbyes in such a loving way.
I'm also thinking a lot about the gift of my continued life. That I survived Cancer, when she didn't. I'm surviving every day with my other disorders. I truly enjoy being alive. Even when it hurts.
I enjoy remembering Stephie. Even though it hurts.
