how i still find myself missing you on certain days.
my mom shared this photo from the return to zero fb page the other day...
the friends that were there then. the friends that a year prior i hadn't even met.
those ones that answered that first phone call.
who prayed for us, for her, for our choice.
the ones that cried with me.
the ones that really listened.
the ones that kept us busy, but knew when we needed time alone.
those there for james.
ones that were a distraction for eliza. who could smile with her and just let her be a kid.
the two doulas that came and sat with us, strangers, in our apartment and answered many questions. that educated us, that stood by us, that stood up for us, that came to our appointments. made the time, even though they had children of their own.
the ones that sent flowers, offered gifts of remembrance, showered delia with love at her party.
that knew even though grief was present, we still wanted to celebrate her life.
the ones that understood, even though they couldn't understand.
who stood up for our decision when others questioned it.
the few i could lean on when my whole world crashed, and those closest to us were across oceans.
they were there when our family was sleeping, still unaware of how life would change.
those days, as tough as they are to remember, will always be important to me. i saw God's love in their faces, their hugs, their eyes.
korea was the place that she lived, it will always feel like home.