Reflecting.

I just read something that made me cry.

If I think about Reese to much it makes me so sad and I want to cry, and sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. I wanted her to be perfect and to get to hold her alive. Her due date has come and has gone and nobody new the wiser, but Adam and I did. We talked about it. It all seems still so unreal.

Tuesday is her memorial service. I wonder if I will cry. I know it is okay to cry, but we've cried a bit much lately about Adam's dad. I am tired of crying.

I want Jesus to come.