Tag: rory

Join Us Tomorrow, November 13th, with #RoryHugs

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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

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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.

Memory- Doing Hard Things

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Ugh. This past week has been… painful. A week of doing hard things.

Rory knew doing hard things.

We walked into one of Rory’s karate belt promotions and there were so many people.

She immediately clang onto the back of my pants, hiding.

I squatted down. My eyes connected with her teary ones.

I reassured her. Told her she’s amazing and can do anything. I told my little ninja daughter that she can do hard things and does everyday.

Now, I repeated those words to myself. To my family and loved ones.

She’s happy. At peace.

It’s us. It’s our turn to do hard things.

A Memory- Sam’s Club Freeosk

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One of the places I feel Rory’s void the most is Sam’s Club.

I know, it’s weird! But we spent a strangely large amount of time there.

As soon as we’d walk in, she’d ask for my card and run to the Freeosk. It didn’t matter what was being given away that day, she was so excited to scan the card and have a sample fall down.

Though, she definitely preferred when fruit snacks or candies were the selection of the day.

I think about you and miss you every time I go to Sam’s Club. Love you, Baby Girl.

The Rory from My Dream

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Yesterday I posted a drawing made for our family on Facebook.

It was commissioned by my parent’s friends from a congregation they previously attended.

My dad sent me a picture of it in a text.

Tears sprang to my eyes.

That was the Rory from my dream the night before.

In the drawing she looks slightly older than when she was my Rory. The chin line, the posture, her fingers a little longer, she looks just a little more grown up.

This is exactly how she looked in my dream.

I miss her.

I love her.

God is good.

Here’s the website of the artist that was commissioned:

http://www.jeankeatonart.com