I debated quite awhile yesterday whether to tell that story; E. is wonderful, but I knew it was a hard one to read. Far harder to have lived the beginning of it, as she can well tell you, and the pain can never end; it’s just that love eventually refuses to be drowned out in the cacophony.
Her daughters have now given her adorable baby grandsons. A.’s name continues on, and a toddler’s smile and small arms reaching upwards to be picked up by a thrilled new grandmother… Thank goodness for the little ones.