faded Intentions

"It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses." ~Colette



I had fully intended to keep this blog updated as a reminder of how far we've come, a memorial of sorts. A way to keep memories alive, an outlet for grief, a timeline to help Ty & B one day understand and as a token of my appreciation for all the family and friends that surrounded Adele with love & support.

But as I sat down to type one afternoon I realized how much I dislike this blog. The reasons for starting it, the contents of it's pages and the overwhelming amount of emotions that poured out over the longest yet shortest three months of our life's.

So I apologize for not keeping up to date on this. But as I'm sure anyone who is reading this already knows some days there just aren't any words or thoughts to share.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. 
~Carol Sobieski and Thomas Meehan, Annie