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This is not my home...

On Friday September 18th we made our way to the Parr Family Plot and buried Mikail's remains. It was so special to honour our little boy with tears and laughter, memories, song and prayers.

Back to School

I didn't label school supplies last night, or pack his lunch, or triple check his backpack to make sure he had everything.

I didn't lie awake wondering how his first day of SK would be.

I didn't walk him to the bus stop and wave goodbye while swallowing my tears.

I didn't count down the hours until I could hear about his day.

I didn't hear his Daddy give him the "you are strong and brave and I'm proud of you" back to school talk.

Instead, his Daddy happened to see his best friend get on the bus this morning.

Instead, I rejoiced that he's in the best school ever, with the most amazing teachers surrounding him, playing on heaven's playground.

Instead, I prayed for his classmates and their parents.

Then I let my heart crumble and the tears flow until I thought I'd never breathe again...

but then I did.

And the tears stopped. Like they always do.

Until the next time. And the next. And the next.

We asked them not to come to the funeral...

September 1st.

I love this time of the year.

No, I don't want summer to be over, but I would like some sort of routine back into our lives.

It's been a great summer with lots of visitors and more coming in September. One of the best things we did when Mikail passed away, was to request a few close friends not to come the distance to the funeral. I know, sounds harsh, right? It's simple though. In those early days, weeks and months, our grief was so raw and we were in shock. We knew we wouldn't be able to spend any time with them and we knew that by summer and fall, we would need people surrounding us just as much, if not more, than during those initial days after our loss. Logically life goes on and people get busy with summer activities and fun, church programs are put on hold, and we were afraid we'd really feel that emptiness intensely this summer. We were right. So, we kept the months of August and September open for a few close friends who we knew we would &#…