I'm still in shock that Waverly died. I feel numb and unfeeling at times. Then I get upset with myself for not wailing and weeping more. There is an idea of what grief looks like and I am learning and being reminded by those who have been through it that it is a messy process. No rhyme or reason. No right or wrong. Just allow yourself grace.
With Wavey's funeral quickly approaching, the emotions are starting to swirl around deep within and I await what will transpire. Reality is going to hit. And once again it will be a rollercoaster of emotions. I am going to be excited to see old friends. I will feel such love to see people travel from all over the world to attend because they love her, even those who have never met her. I will want to celebrate her beautiful, albeit short life. I want to be sure the service honors her amazing spirit. And I will be mourning. An event on the calendar to remind me that she really is gone.
The past week I have been overwhelmed with a sense of pride for Waverly. As the cards, flowers, texts and calls come flooding in, they are all reminders that she has touched so many people. Wavey truly does inspire. Thank you all for the ways you have expressed your condolences.