It is so silly the things that get under your skin. In cleaning cabinets today, I discarded “Morgan items”, things that no longer have any relevance to our lives – brown sugar, she was the one who loved to mix up batches of chocolate chip cookies. We, our family, have no need for brown sugar anymore. I was cool with that, but sprinkles – that was hard. How ridiculous! With everything we have had to let go of, to mourn sprinkles leaving the kitchen cabinet. But until it’s gone you don’t fully realize the impact, the whimsy, and the fun that a daughter brings to lighten life’s gray tones.
I know it ain’t about sprinkles; it’s about the loss of joy that Morgan brought to our existence. We have survived Morgan’s death; but we are not sure we see the rationale/value in surviving her ongoing absence. It looks like much work, with little joy. It is imperative that we find a way to celebrate the life we have, even in the face of pain. The path seems so murky though – Morgan help us find a way.
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