Living with grief is a hyphenated life. There are very few times that I feel just one emotion anymore.
When I’m experiencing a moment of joy, I’m also experiencing sadness because someone is missing. Rory should be here, experiencing this with me.
When we were in Hawai’i, we were standing by a cliff’s edge. The sun was shining down on us, warming our skin. The wind blowing through our hair, knocking hats off.
The moment was beautiful.
One of my boys came over and wrapped me in a hug. “Rory never got to go here. She never felt the wind and the sun like this.”
She didn’t. She doesn’t.
A broken-hearted thought, in the middle of remarkable experience.
A hyphenated life.
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 