Today is September 15 – the day back in 1992 when our daughter Kristen died, aged 18 months. She would have been 14 now.
I’m reminded of Kristen whenever I hear Eric Clapton’s song, “Tears in Heaven” which played at her funeral.
Or when I see daffodils. I was on my way to pick up the family to go to the church daffodil festival when she walked onto the road and was hit by a car.
Or when I cook frozen peas. She loved them.
Or when I see an 18 month old blonde learning to walk with confidence.
We’ve adjusted our lives to the terrible gap she left behind. And mostly left behind the horror of having her life snatched away. I remember the look in the driver’s face as he told me that his own daughter was the splitting image of Kristen. I remember the support of a multicultural community who came to grieve with us. The sobs of a friend on the phone as he expressed the grief of God.
When God came down to pick some flowers, He picked the fairest of them all. My heart goes out to you and the family.
GBYAY