I’ve had a lot of thoughts swirling about Rory’s death two years ago.
We’re approaching two years.
It’s like a different lifetime she was with us.
But also like I held her in my arms yesterday.
Time is weird.
We sold our house and bought a house three days before she died.
The house we were buying wasn’t in the area we were initially looking. And we kept saying but… And looking around again. And again.
In the end, we just kept being led to this community, this house.
Before we even moved, our Bishop contacted the Bishop of the church we were moving to across town.
With that call, we had people mourning with us, loving us, praying for us.
People that didn’t know us.
When we moved in, we were surrounded by love. Visits, hugs, baskets, dinners.
People we were meeting for the first time.
People that never had the opportunity to know our Rory.
They cried with us. They prayed with us. They held our hands through the hardest times in our lives.
Is this not the epitome of Christ-like love?
I’m so grateful my Heavenly Father knew what we were going to need.
He was aware of us.
He knew the love and patience we would need to be surrounded by.
He knew that we would need to love and serve ourselves.
He knew.
He knows.
He hasn’t forgotten us.
Not me.
Not you.
May you all feel surrounded by His love whether your life is shattered or it’s the happiest day of your life.
He loves each of us. Always.
Rory had a wonderful 3rd Grade teacher, Mrs. Bohls. She loved Rory. I could tell from our first conversations and emails.
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 