Sometimes words completely fail me. Words themselves seem so inadequate to express my gratitude. To a stranger who called in the midst of the deepest of my sorrow. Who asked if she could make this for our family.
I remember thinking at the time, “How did you get my number again?” And being lost in the turmoil of my emotions, trying to remember how to think, how to process this like I would have a few days before when a toddler in my lap would have been my key distraction.
But this was something I couldn’t do myself. And I knew it was something our family would treasure. So I said yes to a stranger and over the coming months as I struggled to go through the pictures and chatted with her about the relationship between Tiggy and each of his siblings, she became a friend.
I never knew how hard that would be, to just go through pictures. I had looked at them over and over, but to make a decision, to choose this photo and not that one, proved almost impossible. Because I love them all.
That left her scrambling until the last minute. Because you see, they were planning a big homeschool field trip and wanted to drop it off in person.
And as I touch the fabric that was his clothes, watch my little LE count the pictures of Tiggy, listen to the children recount their memories, I am overcome with gratitude and there are no words that can match the depth of my thankfulness.