CHAPTER 44
August 3
I don’t even know what to say. I feel like after all your encouragement last night and the way you prayed for me and the love of Christ you showed me, I should have something really significant or profound to tell you, but I don’t.
Mom is gone. I still can’t get that into my head. I’m never going to hear her playing the piano again, leading our family in hymns. Never going to wake up to the smell of her bread rising.
I shouldn’t feel so numb. I should be sobbing my heart out, but I haven’t even cried since last night when you prayed for me.
Mom was my rock. Maybe that sounds blasphemous to say since we’re supposed to find our grounding in Christ, but now that she’s gone I realize it was her.
Kitty’s in bed. She’s supposed to be up for her lunch by now, but I don’t
