We are a sisterhood.
Connected to each other by a grief that is the same but so different.
She is connected to me and her and her and I to them.
It’s not always easy this tangled web of connections that we never asked to form. Emotions run deep and confusing. Arms pull us in close together, connect our hearts in the understanding that needs no words.
As I hang an angel on my tree I remember my sisters and their angels looking down at me.
Shinning through my daughter’s eyes.
Loving me from so far away.
I long to be connected with him, as much as I long to never miss a minute with the angels here that I raise everyday knowing one day we will all get to love on him and our family will be connected again.