This past year we have walked parallel lines - never to intersect but I watch over their "what life has become" and I look at the fullness of ours. Such different paths, they were where we are now and yet it's so long ago. I wake up every day thinking of their family...every.single.day. When I'm in the foulest of foul moods and can't see past my own nose, I let my mind go there and try to snap out of it. To live a life full of yearning for someone no longer here in the present would be miserable and incomplete. I see that in her mothers posts and it tears at me and speaks volumes. To wish for reunion in the after life as a family; so sad.
Our present was theirs, their present could be ours. Of course I hope these lines never intersect but one never knows and I am not so arrogant to think that it could be us someday. Until then, I try to honor their little girl daily by loving on mine just a little bit extra.