It has been six months since I last heard Waverly take a breath. Six months since I twirled her hair in my fingers and kissed her warm cheeks. I cannot believe so much time has passed since she was here with us.
There have been moments where I am confident she sent little signs - birds and wind chimes specifically. I am still waiting for her to come to me in a dream. And my heart has yet to feel confident that she is safe and loved wherever she is.
I haven't written much over the last month because I feel no inspiration. My mind is slowly coming to terms with the fact that she really is gone. The surface emotions are settling and instead I am left with this deep pain that has yet to be defined or understood. It has moved beyond simply missing her presence and moved to a new stage and a new depth of loss.
We were able to plant a Catawba Crepe Myrtle tree at the kids' school. It will blossom purple each summer. The tree will provide a place for those who love Waverly to visit and remember.