|Katie and neighbors waiting for the kindergarten bus|
At the first stop, a young girl got out. She might have been any age between 9 and 12 years. Someone stood a few feet ahead of her at the side of the road, then turned, and the two of them embraced. Mother and daughter? So it appeared: the coming-home-from-school routine...oh, how I miss that!
|David and Katie, ready to walk to the bus stop with me|
Sobs rose from my core as I drove the rest of the way home. I thanked God for giving me the gift of my children, for the privilege of experiencing that bus stop routine with them. I asked Him to give her back to me. I don't mean today...but I long to be with her again.
When people think we are "over it," they are mistaken. We learn to live with our loss, but we are never more than a school bus stop away from a fresh upwelling of grief.