The aftermath

I'm depressed, and confused, and heartbroken. I keep up with a lot of kids, and every time one passes it hurts. But every once in awhile, one hits me really hard. Ella stole my heart. And the way I found out yesterday made it even worse. I feel like such a complainer, too, because if I'm hurting like this, I can't imagine how much her family is hurting. I thank God that I've never felt that, and hopefully never will, but at the same time I know that even though my pain is much, much less, it is still pain and I have a right to feel it. Fly high princess. You are always loved and will be missed, until that glorious day we are called home.