My life keeps moving forward, even though at times it feels as if it should have stopped on that surreal day–like a clock whose hands are frozen at the exact moment it got knocked off the mantel.
Kaleidoscope…pieces could never return to their original, intact state. But because they were broken–and broken together–they were creating beauty all the same.
…Trying to create a “Merry Christmas” for our families when we’re still in those first tender stages of recovery can feel like trying to decorate the perfect cake for a six-year-old when all you have to work with is black frosting.