Yesterday we went to a fundraiser for an Armenian Orphanage. As the three of us walked into the Longmont coffee shop, the 3 ladies performing some live acoustic music were singing "Leaving on a Jet Plane." I was wearing my pin with Isa's picture on it and a friend commented, "Oh, you brought her with you!" Through tears I said, "I think she's already here."

how to describe it...

I just finished reading, "Finding Hope When a Child Dies: What Other Cultures Can Teach Us" by Sukie Miller. Here is a part that spoke to me.

in our search for a meaningful vocabulary for the experience of child loss, we need words that will contain the pain and isolation and chaos and the spiritual upheaval of all that has transpired. we need words that symbolize both suffering and healing, that evoke honor and suggest experience, new strength, and deeper vision - because all these are true after the death of a child.

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