In the meantime, today I am thankful that I have mobility and transportation to be able to go and spend a few days with my parents. Today is not an easy day for our family. Today is the first time the we have Meaghan's birthday. Without Meaghan. It's one of those dreaded "firsts" that you hear about after a death. The first birthday. The first Thanksgiving. The first Christmas. And oh may God's mercy sustain them, the first Mother's Day and the first Father's Day.
I drove her mother to the hospital where her father met us and coached my sister through the birth of their first daughter. I did my share of holding, rocking, singing, and loving on that baby, that girl, that young lady. I love that lady. The pain of her absence is intense. The pain of watching my sister's grief is heavy.
In the middle of our pain and our grief, there is peace. This was sung at Meaghan's funeral.
As we miss her so intensely, we are so thankful for the assurance that Meaghan has indeed risen. Our parting is only temporary. As my dear friend Debi says (who lost her own daughter a few years ago), "Just for a minute. Maybe two."