When I stand up, I'll be strong again.
Sitting in my closet, I wasn't close enough to the wall to lean against it. I put my hand down to adjust my position. It's wet. I had soaked the carpet with my tears. Not 10 minutes ago, my husband found me lying on the closet floor in the fetal position, sobbing into my hands. We had just done family pictures today so my "full face of makeup" was smeared all over my cheeks with my falsies popping up on the corners. "Honey, are you okay?" he asked. "I miss Everly." "Did something happen? What brought this on?" "I just miss Everly. She was so close" I am pretty sure he didn't know what I was talking about, so I elaborated. "A year ago today, she got moved to the third floor and out of the CICU. She was doing so good. She was so close." Drew responded by reminding me of all the things we feel and believe to be true. Everly is free from