Five years ago our Kathleen was born, and died.
Hard to believe it's been five years.
Sometimes it's hard to believe it even happened.
The memories of holding her in my arms are fading.
The memories of the excruciating pain are fading.
I don't want to forget.
But perhaps I am not supposed to only remember how she was.
Maybe I am supposed to see what she is.
Five years old.
Walking with Jesus.
Today five years have passed.
Today I am the blessed mother of five.