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the day I had this giant (2 by 3 feet) print made, I left for a 10 hour road trip to a funeral

It was a whirlwind of tragedy and grace

 I heard the gospel and funny stories and celebrated the life of my uncle J

I’ve spent time since then just processing, sleeping, and thinking

I flaked out on friends and fun, just needing to breathe

Hospice asked J how he wanted to be remembered,

He wanted to be remembered as someone who always tried to help his family- and he was.

I’ve been pondering how I want to be remembered, a humbling task for sure:

I hope it will be that I attempted (however poorly) to live out my faith in Christ and loved my husband and sweet babies with wonder

I hope at my funeral people will play U2 and drink strong sweet tea with lemon and tell funny stories and hear the gospel

and breathe and go home and hug their babies and know this life is fragile