Four years ago this evening, Makenzie finished her last pirouette, landed her last leap, and smiled one last time for the camera that loved her. Four years ago this evening, she headed home as a passenger in a car that drove the last 2.1 miles of her life to the intersection that I now mostly avoid. Four years ago this evening, God lifted my beautiful daughter from a horrible wreckage and said, “Welcome Home.”
It is a funny thing how my human experience is now interwoven with concrete and traffic lights. I ponder how my mind continues to bring up joyful memories and grieving feelings. But I also praise God’s way of death for Makenzie. Instant. Unaware. Painless. I am so very thankful that her location – where she rests – is free from all that is ugly.
So today, I choose to celebrate in the location. Later, I will walk the lake shore that provided a beautiful backdrop for her last photo shoot. I will sit on the dock in the place where she sat and I will venture to that intersection in which everything changed. But I will not grieve. I will only thank God because she is in my future and not in my past. She is home; safe and sound in the protection and grace of her Savior, Jesus. What more could a parent ask for.Sleep tight, button nose.