little ones lost

Yesterday was heavy, 
I had never been to a funeral. 
I had never seen a casket so small.
I cant remember what its like to not be a mom....
So I cant imagine what its like to be given that gift and have it stolen.
I took pictures. 
I froze the pain. 
I don't know how I feel about that. 
I watched them melt into tears countless times and had to put the camera down for a few minutes. 
I couldn't do it....
I have to remind myself that heartache only makes happiness sweeter. 
That when you feel so incredibly cold, you become a better seeker of the sun.
When I can share these images I will but, with the hope that you remind yourself everyday
 to be thankful for those messes on the kitchen floor and the love yous at night.
Nothing but prayers for their family.


J.lee Hansen said...

I hated Grief when I met her... but she teaches me something new everyday..... and sometimes I feel more alive because of it.... and guilt for feeling more alive.

carl and em said...

Pefectly said, the pictures I have from rough times mean the world later on. I'm sure they'll cherish them

Shaylynn... I blahwg It's True. said...

Oh, Brooke. That's all I got, "oh, brooke."