The last few days I have to say my heart is just aching for all of the parents out in Texas who lost their children so suddenly and unexpectedly. I can testify to the fact that the last hug you gave them was never long enough. If only we’d known it was the last. And maybe my heart hurts for them because we all know what their future is going to look like. We know the shock, the anger, the emptiness they are going to feel.
There’s a quiet, relentless ache that settles in the spaces where laughter once echoed, and no matter how many words of comfort are offered, there’s nothing that can fill the void left behind. As days stretch onward, memories become both a balm and a burden—each cherished moment replayed in the mind, sweet and sorrowful all at once. My thoughts are with every parent grappling with this unimaginable pain, hoping that amidst the darkness, some light, however faint, will find its way through and remind them that their children’s love endures, woven into every sunrise and every silent moment of remembrance.
I wish there was a way I could reach out to them and offer love and hugs. I don’t want to say it will be ok because it never will. Things will never be the same. I just want them to know they are not alone. People care about them and their grief. People want to honor and remember their children.
Sending love and hugs to all
Lynn
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