Rory believed that all animals, even inanimate ones, needed to be covered up.
I loved walking into a room and to see this.
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It’s How the Brain Deals
A while ago Lance and I were talking with our grief counselor. We were sharing our fear that Rory isn’t always going to be at the forefront of our brains. That there may come a time that we won’t think of her as often.
He told us it’s going to happen.
This is our brain’s coping mechanism.
There will be nothing new with Rory.
No new events.
No doctors appointments.
No homework.
No tucking her in at night.
Nothing.
All that’s left is memories.
And that’s how our brain will treat it.
Memories.
Instead our brains will focus on current events.
The boys’ homework.
Their dental appointments.
Their activities.
Their tuck ins.
Their worries.
That all moves to the forefront.
Rory memories aren’t gone. But they’re filed away.
I can’t resent my brain. It’s helping me cope and function.
But I hate that there’s nothing new.
I wish there was a new event. A new memory I can create with Rory.
A Memory- Church Waves
I have quite a few things I loved about Rory at church.
Lance didn’t sit with us much. He served in leadership callings that required him to sit up front.
That meant I had four kids that would fight to sit on either side of me. But really the boys fought to sit on one side because Rory always got the other. She was my little buddy.
Rory would look up at Lance and wave and wave. I would put her hand down and the next second it would fly back up. That continued until Lance acknowledged and waved back. She was happy to see her dad up there.
She was happy.
Hard Things
I had two memories come up on Facebook today.
One of the hardest things about Rory’s death is a missed future.
We had plans.
She had plans.
She came to me one day and said she wanted to be a heart doctor. My first thought was okay, let’s do this.
Lance and I were ready to put in the work. We were getting her the resources she needed to be more successful at school. It wasn’t going to be an easy road but we believed in Rory. She was already making huge progress!
We were ensuring we did everything in our power to help her succeed. Then she stepped up.
Rory did hard things every day.
Now we do hard things every day. Love you, baby girl.
A Memory- Come and Find Me
One day Rory wanted to play hide and go seek. The first place I looked was her room and found this:
Can you see her?
Then I looked in the closet:
Where’s Rory?
Then the next day we played again.
We were back in her room.
She wasn’t always the greatest of hiders when we were playing.
But when I was actually looking for her.
When we needed to go somewhere.
When I needed to talk to her.
Then she became stealth.
I would yell and yell around the house searching for her. At times in an absolute panic. Finally she’d come out with a big smile on her face.
“What, Mom?”
Rory Ann Moore Foundation 