While merely a single breath seemed to anchor her body to this world, we spent last weekend soaking her in and loving her out.
And then for several days the funeral loomed, a fixed point on the calendar of sorrow, an opportunity to focus our diffuse yet infinite mourning. Nearly every action we took last week was geared toward the service.
Now we face the hollow expanse of life without our daughter. What next? I know we'll find ways to honor her life instead of losing our minds. You've helped us with that already.
The more confusedly my thoughts entwine, though, the more solid grows my silence. I want to say thank you, but better than just that. Some combination of grief and exhaustion and newborn has stolen every word I need.
I'll find them, soon.