I remember a lot about those last couple of months of 2006.
I remember our last Halloween, the first trick-or-treating.
I remember visiting my grandparents and Henry playing with our old toys and running in the leaf-filled yard on a beautiful, warm fall day.
I remember that night. Oh, how I remember that night.
I remember taking our last family picture right around Thanksgiving with the intent to put it on Christmas cards and announce our second baby.
I did give out those cards, but they had a letter attached. A letter talking about how unfair life was, and how instead of becoming a family of four the following summer, we’d be back to a family of three again.
When you take a picture like that, you never think this picture will have a million different meanings a couple of months from now, and forever after that.
You don’t think this is the last picture we’ll take as a family, the only picture of all four of us.
You probably won’t be thinking this smile. I’m going to miss this smile.
I just wanted to tell you how much this post touched me. Love you Greta.
Henry looks exactly like his daddy! I cannot even imagine going through that, Greta – though your words do always make me feel like I could imagine it. I'm so glad you have a happy family of SIX now!
Sending you big hugs. Such a beautiful tribute to your husband.
Oh Greta. I'm so glad you shared this with us. Big hugs. xoxoxo
Love you.
I have chills. Love you friend.
O so I found your blog just a year or so ago so I had no idea of any of this story. My heart leapt out when I went and read the back story. Having just had a wreck with a person similar to what you husband did I am so thankful that my husband and myself walked away, in a sense. While his back is damaged as is mine we both were able to not be in that situation. I have often thought of the what if I had not seen the man coming across the line, what if I was going faster or he was. I just don't know what would have happened to my kids. Sending love and prayers for the answers you will need when they are older still and the strength to answer when they ask.
<3
Henry is the spitting image of his dad! These pictures are beautiful and I'm so glad you have them. <3 you my wonderful, strong friend.
I am so glad you have those photos and this is an amazing reminder for me to be in more photos.
I have tears in my eyes, and a lump in my throat.
So glad you have these photos. xoxo
Oh my heart, Greta. Hugs, hugs and more hugs. xo
This is beautiful. xoxo
Love you, dear. I'm glad life had the kindness to bring three funky people to your already amazing family.
<3 <3 <3
You're a beautiful soul. Thank you for sharing that. -Renee
My heart just breaks and breaks all over again when I hear this story.
I just figured out the meaning of your title.
What a beautiful family. More beautiful than words.
Love and more love. Hold onto that smile, it's always with you. (and so are the people who love you, like me.)
xo
This is beautiful and so are you. Thank you for sharing your life and your heart with us.
This is beautiful and touching. I, too, understand how those last few months are still vivid.
What can I say that hasn't been said before me? There are no words… Sending an extra big hug today! xoxo
Every picture you post of Henry, I see Justin as I remember him as a child. It's like watching Justin again as he was growing up.
Thanks for sharing this, Greta.
Sending lots of hugs.
lovely writing. *hugs*
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