Meteor Shower Memories

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He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.
Psalm 147:4

I am once again sharing from the archives of days when words did not fail me, and my sweet daughter was still very much alive on this good earth. It has been 55 days since Katherine died. Writing the name of my daughter and the word died together in the same sentence is still surreal to me. It still makes me flinch, as if it can’t possibly be true.

A dear friend asked me, “How are you?” I replied, “You have your children, I don’t have mine. That’s how I am.”

But if the truth be told…and maybe someday I’ll see clearly enough to tell it, I’m not sure right now. But, if the truth be told, I don’t know how I feel. I am not angry, numb, bitter. I just am.

Meanwhile, will you let me share with you another magical memory? One I am grateful that I recorded in time, not knowing how precious the telling of it would be to my very own heart. So here is a Summer memory from those days when I believed in a million tomorrows for and with my girl. This was written in 2012 and originally titled How Meteor Showers Rain Love {For A Mom and Tween}

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