In our family, I'm the designated keeper of important dates and the mastermind behind sending cards for various occasions like birthdays, holidays, and other significant events. However, one duty in particular always hits me right in the heart: the moment I sit down to write out the names of our family members on a card.
The first time I did it, it was a profoundly emotional experience. It felt like my heart skipped a beat, leaving me momentarily breathless. As I looked at the list of names – starting with my husband's, then mine, and finally our daughter's – I couldn't ignore the obvious gap that screamed at me. How do you fill the space left by someone no longer here? It's like this unwritten rule: families only get bigger, never smaller. But with Texa gone, it felt like we were breaking that rule, like we were missing a vital piece of the puzzle.
I wrestled with this internal struggle for what seemed like forever. Just ending with our family's last name felt cold and impersonal, like we were going through the motions. But leaving out Texa's name? That felt like erasing a fundamental part of who we are. She's not just a memory; her essence is woven into the very fabric of our lives, even though she's not here physically.
It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes – reminding everyone that she's still a vital part of our lives, even though she's not physically present. Our family's story isn't complete without her, and I want everyone – whether they're family or friends, to know that.
It's funny when you think about it. Simple acts like card signing can carry so much weight and meaning for us. It's not just about putting pen to paper. It's about honoring Texa's memory and acknowledging the impact she continues to have on our lives every day.
So, if you ever receive a card from us and notice Texa's name alongside ours, know she has not been forgotten. She's right there with us, in spirit, reminding us that love knows no bounds and that family is forever – no matter what life throws our way.