There are certain life events from which we move on: a bad math grade, an NBA championship upset, the multiple retirements of Brett Favre. To me, the phrase “moving on” means it’s over and done with; in the past; don’t look back. And in some sense, moving on is synonymous with “forget about it.”
Makenzie’s life-death-life is not something we just forget about. The impact she made on our family (and specifically, this daddy’s heart) is not something we can leave in the past. I now know that we, who have experienced the death of our child, don’t move on, we go on. We don’t forget about her laugh, her smile, her joy. We don’t pack away the light she carried into every room. We don’t shelve the pain that every song, bobby-pin and picture brings. But we do go on with life because life demands it.
I can’t, nay, won’t just move on. But I can go on, knowing that for 18 years, God gave me an incredible little girl who taught me to live a life of joy, even in the middle of sorrow.
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