So we move on, move on from the memorial services, the hosting of friends, the receiving of flowers and cards and gifts. Move on and forward with hope, with daily pain and anguish and heartache and wondering how we will honestly make it through.
At the same time we stand still. Still enough to remember and reflect. Still enough to hear Jordan’s voice, the way he always lifted our hearts, even til the very last breath.
Still. Still hurting. Still bruised. Still trying to sleep when sleep won’t come. Still confident in our ever-loving, always-knowing God and Father and Comforter. Still confident that we will make it through..through and new, though we have no idea how.
Still. Still amazed at the outpouring of so much love, kindness, mercy, hope.
Hope that every tear counts. Every memory stays. Every lesson and revelation and Truth holds true. True and sure and immoveable.
Moving on and standing still. Both.