Seventeen months

Today marks 17 months since Gracie went Home. It also marks 17 months of missed smiles, laughter, hugs, kisses, and all the ordinary events in life that I completely took for granted until we found out she had cancer. That diagnosis changed everything. Last night, Kate and I were talking about what we thought Gracie was doing that very minute in Heaven. She said she thought she was wearing her tutu and dancing at the feet of Jesus. I said I thought she was cloud hopping with the other angels. Whatever she is doing up there right now, I pray that Jesus is holding her tightly until the day comes when He takes me Home, so I can hug her again.