Today is the six month anniversary of my daughter Amy’s death. I still miss her terribly, as does all her family and friends. And yet, life goes on. Even as I recognize and accept the emptiness left by her passing, I celebrate her life and the fullness with which she lived.
Amy loved life and it showed. She lived alive. She was strong in her illness and faced her passing without fear. For those of us left behind to do anything less would be to dishonor her memory.
Life goes on, but naturally, it will never be the same for those of us who loved her. As a Christian I believe Amy is in a far better place, one prepared by a loving God, a place without pain or suffering. Yet, we all still grieve, and will for a long time to come. That’s to be expected.
But, even in the midst of our grief and feeling of loss there is continued growth. And in that there’s hope and promise. Each of her children carry her spirit, and each in their own unique way reflects Amy’s goodness and love.
Mark Twain wrote that we each need to live in such a way that even the undertaker will be sorry when we die. Amy lived that kind of a life.
Live alive, my friends! Our time here is not a dress rehearsal.