It Gets Harder

With each goodbye, it gets harder.

Why?

Because with each goodbye, you remember all of the others.


I remember the way she reached and cried for me when I said goodbye. And when her grandmother told me that she was calling out my name in the middle of the night.

I remember the hospital room when Ashley stopped breathing. And the airport when Jaqueline said goodbye and there was this huge feeling of emptiness.

I remember sobbing in the laundry room on the day we said goodbye to Baby C.


It is a gift, though, to have our lives and hearts forever touched by our children.

I'm grateful that it gets harder.

I want to remember so that I can better appreciate how God has blessed us by showing us how He is able to make something beautiful out of those painful goodbyes.