Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.
I can't tell you how much it means to me to experience the love of God through our friends -- to be on the receiving end of another's sacrifice: of time, of traveling, of sleeping on the couch. And it is all so James and I wouldn't have to be alone as we settle into a life that is decidedly and mournfully Ewan-less.
|Christianne & me|
Jill came first during the last week of October -- her baby Joshua died of a severe heart defect just two days after Ewan did. Though our paths were unique, we each understood a very particular kind of grief. Christianne came and stayed for a few days later -- we laughed, and she held my hand while I cried. She mourned with me.
And in just a few days, Terri and Sarah are coming. None of us knows what our time together will hold, but I imagine we will enjoy more of the same: moments filled with a cacophony of laughter, and moments where words fail us all and are filled instead with tears.
I have such good and loving friends.
P.S. I know it might seem as though I've abandoned this space. I'm fairly certain that no one holds it against me, but it's my own neuroses perhaps that compel me to explain that it's because Team Ewan is a space for me to journal and spill my thoughts about everything right now, since everything I experience and think about lately is shaped by the loss of our beautiful boy. But I'm still here. I haven't left.