Minutes
Hours
Days
Weeks
One year.
To some extent, it feels arbitrary. We’ve already had 364 tear-stained days. Why does 365 hurt more?
It’s the memories.
The missing.
Getting through firsts.
The sad realization that this one year is indicative of the rest of our lives.
I think it’d be easier to stay curled up in bed today.
Instead, I’m going to hug my boys, my husband, my family.
I want to share her love today. To remember her. To honor her.
She was light.
She is light.
She will always be light.
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 
I know. And I am sorry. She’s lovely.
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We are there with you remembering, mourning, celebrating, baking chocolate chip cookies for all the neighbor friends so we can help them remember her light!
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Been thinking of your family today. What a precious girl! That face! That smile! That Hair! That personality coming throught he picture! Remembering Rory today and always. Your beautiful baby girl. Sending so many hugs to you.
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Thank you, Cindy. đđđđđ
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