Today at church I talked with a friend who knows this road I am traveling. She told me how as time goes on, I will find that I must actually have to stop what I am doing to grieve. It will not always be something intertwined in my day.
I am beginning to see little glimpses of what that must be like. I do not fully understand this thought because the grief of losing Emmy still follows me all day long and into the night. But this past week, I had one day. It was a day that I shed no tears. It was a day in which I was able to look at her picture and smile.