The mere sight of this empty Easter basket is the epitome of our life without Evan. It is such a clear illustration of the emptiness in our lives, the hole in our hearts, and the sadness that hangs over are heads like a cloud getting ready to rain. At times that is just how I feel. I can only hold it in for so long before I let the flood gates go! I think by now I am getting very good at putting a smile on my face and muddling through, especially during a holiday.
While I am so grateful to fill the other baskets, Evan's will ALWAYS remain empty.
Get a Grip!
1 week ago