Ugh. This past week has been… painful. A week of doing hard things.
Rory knew doing hard things.
We walked into one of Rory’s karate belt promotions and there were so many people.
She immediately clang onto the back of my pants, hiding.
I squatted down. My eyes connected with her teary ones.
I reassured her. Told her she’s amazing and can do anything. I told my little ninja daughter that she can do hard things and does everyday.
Now, I repeated those words to myself. To my family and loved ones.
She’s happy. At peace.
It’s us. It’s our turn to do hard things.
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I love you. I’m sorry. I think of and pray for all of you often. I wish I could do more.
Love you, Brea. 💜💜