We'd read these words before the official diagnosis, but it was about a year ago that the words went beyond our eyes and settled into our lives. The words described the disease that was killing our daughter.
Those words were soon followed by others, kinder and gentler, from friends and family. Cards with words that filled us up when we felt empty, texts that offered sympathy and support, e-mails that reminded us how much we’re loved.
There are our own words too, the ones on the blog and the ones that are never committed to paper. Andy and I speak them to each other and they float through the air between us, private words that run through our minds and cross our lips as whispers. And we know each other well enough that, between us, the words unsaid are often the ones that roar the loudest.
She's able to say some things without words, there are still a few things we're able to hear in her silence. Her words, unspoken, hang in the space around us. And it seems safe to say that they are, perhaps, the most indelible, that they'll be here long after she's gone.
JEB
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One of my most favorite songs, Nothing At All, was redone by a bluegrass artist named Alison Krauss. The song was written for two people in romantic love but after rereading the lyrics I think it applies to the love shared between a parent and a child to. "You say it best, when you say nothing at all" Sometimes those we are most close to say it all with a look and a touch.
I have no doubt that those "words" will be in your heart forever. And hers.
I believe that picture says,among other things, "Thank you for my beautiful new hat, Miss Bridget!"
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