Cordelia is gone. It’s kind of like she just vanished. And the house seems so still. Which is strange becuase Simeon is still here running a-muck.
The hearing was brief. The family came to our home and our goodbye was brief. We all had a good cry, then sat down and shared tears and carrots and magic cookie bars. We played Hullabaloo until we couldn’t breathe, Memory and Chutes and Ladders. Now Leo is drowning his sorrows in a cheesey action flick and I’m, well, I’m here blogging.
We are hurting. Deeply. Because we loved. Deeply. But, I will love again. Deeply. Because I don’t know any better way to heal than to love again. I love them enough to take them in. I love them enough to let them go. And even though I’m tender right now, I know that it will pass and I will look at Cordelia’s sweet smiling picture and be filled with joy.
Oh, and Simeon has already put in an order for a boy. He asked if we were going to buy him a new one. Apparently he’s already preparing his heart to move on. And perhaps we need to explain a little better exactly what it is we do here.