I want to thank everyone that has sent items for our animal shelter service project.
It’s significant to us.
It’s another loving reminder that,
Rory is remembered.
For what she loved.
For how she loved.
Thank you.
If you’d still like to participate, we’ll be collecting items until her birthday, February 6th.
Love you all.
Rory did not like jeans. She considered them a sort of torture device.
She didn’t like things around her waist. She pulled everything down to her hips. Especially jeans.
She felt like she couldn’t move around in them. They were last resorts or mom made mes.
She liked, shorts, skirts and leggings. In lots of fun colors. Not much else.
Oh, and pajamas. She loved pajamas.
Rory loved animals. I’ve shared that.
She pretended to be a dog all the time.
She’d go down on her hands and knees or sometimes just bend her elbows.
She would bark.
She would pant.
Sometimes she’d try to lick an arm or face. That was less enjoyable.
As she was getting older, I began noticing she’d turn into a dog when her anxiety increased.
Aside from play times with her friends, she’d turn pretend to be a dog when she didn’t know what to do with herself.
When she didn’t know how to act or what to say.
Her pretend time as a dog was starting to wane by the time she passed away.
But I’m grateful it wasn’t completely gone because I can still hear echos of her barks in my head.
I miss that.
I miss her.
Xander has been taking a ballroom dancing class the last few months and Saturday he performed.
His class was one of the last to perform.
As the other classes performed, I just tried to stay in control.
The last recital I went to was Rory’s. She performed two Christmas numbers.
As these sweet little girls performed their little hearts out, I missed my Rory.
Then Xander got up. He pushed past his fear. He had learned a lot.
And he did an amazing job!
I bawled!
I was so dang proud of him.
It feels like my life will never be whole. It will always be torn.
In one moment I’m feeling happiness and pride in my son. While feeling sadness and longing for her.
I don’t know if that will change.
But I’m grateful for every memory of her.
I’m grateful for my life even though it still ends a lot with tears.
The kids think it’s funny that I take pictures while they sleep. But they’re just so dang peaceful.
Miss her. So much.
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 