I’ve been thinking a lot about my daughter Katie. After you lose a child, you learn to go on. Some days are better than others, and then a time will come when you are thrown back in time emotionally, and the pain is overwhelming.
You all know that Katie lived. She was my youngest daughter and a lovely, kind, and funny girl.
Our Katie.
Most of you know that on June 13th, 1985, our car was run over by a box van truck, trapping Katie and me inside.
I have no recollection of actually being in the car, and I do not recall Katie being in or out of the car after the accident. In time, I knew we were out of the car, but it just didn’t make sense. It was a warm, sunny day, and I recall seeing bright blue skies once the roof was lifted off of us.
Katie lingered in a coma until June 19th. Then Katie went home with God.
It’s been 39 years since that horrible day. One might think the memories and the pain would not be as sharp. But it is. My arms still ache for her, and I wonder what might have been.
I’m allowing myself a little bit of grief before I pack it all up again and go through the motions of the day.
My life is a good one. I have many loves. I am blessed. But until the day that I pass from this life to the next, I shall miss my girl and look forward to meeting her when I open my eyes to a whole new world.