I am grateful for my family, incredible friends, and neighbors.
I’m grateful for my baby girl. For feeling her around. For knowing I’m going to be together with her again.
Much love to you all.
Tag: miss her
A Moment
Emotions are draining.
So tiring.
The 13th was exhausting.
But.
In the middle of the day. I was sitting in the chair that I rocked all four of my babies with.
I had a sense of peace roll over me. A lift of my burden. For a few seconds.
In the year, this has only happened twice. Each time for only seconds.
I know it was the wave of good thoughts, of prayers, of love being sent our way.
Thank you.
Love you.
One Year
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.
Join Us Tomorrow, November 13th, with #RoryHugs
We want to remember Rory with what she was known for.
If you knew Rory, you knew love.
And HUGS. Not small hugs. Big hugs!
She was amazing hugger. Just grabbed you and held you tight.
It relieved my stress, helped me feel loved, and connected me to her.
We’d like to invite you to share some #RoryHugs with us tomorrow.
Hug your family a little tighter. Take that best friend that’s been struggling and give him/her a hug.
I promise hugs help.
Help us remember our girl. And help us spread her love tomorrow.
In My Arms
She was placed in my arms,
The moment she was born.
I rocked her in my arms,
When she needed to sleep.
I held her in my arms,
When she was hurt.
I cuddled her in my arms,
When she awoke in the mornings.
I squeezed her in my arms,
When she ran to me after school.
I kissed her while in my arms,
Almost every day of her life.
I carried her in my arms,
As she passed away from this life.
I have emptier arms now,
As she’s no longer here.
But she left my arms,
To be enveloped in His.
Now, I’ll fill my arms,
With those that she loved.
Until my arms surround,
Her once again.
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 