Drives through the snow to clear my head.
Because sometimes, running away makes more sense.
And you loved the snow.
And I miss you.

I guess, 

This situation is just one I never, ever thought I would live through. 

Yes, all of our parents die some time. 

But they’re not supposed to die when we’re this young. 

They’re not supposed to leave. 

They’re not supposed to just not be here. 

And we are not supposed to be left here, hoping that we can somehow find the strength to carry on, to carry each other through, to comfort those around us with the comfort God gives us, to still love with the beautiful gift of love we have received.

But I guess, no, we are supposed to. Though this part of His plan is unbearable, this is all part of one bigger plan, one that will make sense. Maybe not here, maybe not today, or tomorrow, or even next year. Maybe years from now we will understand why such a beautiful life was taken from us, seemingly too early. 

But now, we pray. We pray and we live in the comfort of knowing that even though it does not make sense, the creator of the world is guiding every moment, every second, and that it will be okay.