Voice of Joy and Laughter
A month ago, our family was preparing for a vacation to the Philadelphia, PA area to visit Ron's family. We love our visits with family, but this time was different. Last year when we arrived in PA, my Mother was alive - when we left she was not. Our trip to PA last year was much too short. Sometimes I believe we are done with "firsts" considering we are more than a 1.5years out since our son Elliot's death and a year out since my Mom's death, but I knew this trip would be full of firsts. First vacation since my Mom died First time to fish in the pond I was fishing in the moment my Mom died First time to run on the beach again that I ran on when I was pregnant with Elliot These may seem insignificant to most, but each thing is filled with a mix of fun and sorrowful emotion. Not to mention, that in preparing for our trip the enemy filled my head with such lies as "What will go wrong this trip?", "Who will die this time?" Such lies