1 year
1 month
1 day
And it just keeps going.
I can probably write a dozen blogs specifically about time. It’s weird now.
It’s frozen.
But it never stops.
Time just keeps going.
But part of me didn’t make it past November 13, 2017. And that part will always be there.
How will I ever update my phone with new pictures on the screen?
I can’t get a new one with all four of my kids smiling back at me. It’s impossible.
In so many ways I’ve just had to move forward. There was no other choice for me to make.
I have to be there for my boys.
But in other ways, I’ll forever be in 2017.
When my family was whole.
When my baby girl was with us.
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 
A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think of you.
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I love and appreciate you, Carol.
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…when Dax was a blonde! 🙂 Look how cute and little they were!
I love reading your posts Steph. You are a great writer.
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Haha! When I went to a writing conference Lance dyed their hair! He knew I’d get angry if he did much to Rory’s so she just had one little stripe by the nape of her neck.
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