Tears in the night.

I woke up crying in the middle of the night again. This hasn't happened in a few weeks. My day started well with physical therapy and some housework. Then my oldest daughter came and cooked supper for us. My youngest daughter came home from a week away and we all enjoyed our meal together.

Then we sorted and bagged up all of Amy's clothes.
It was so much harder than I thought it would be. Amy had a lot of clothes. We always bought her a t-shirt from somewhere we visited, and clothes were just something easy and fun to buy for Amy. She loved new clothes. She loved wearing pretty things, being told she looked so nice and beautiful.
The girls chose a few of her items to keep and I kept most of her t-shirts and bandanas to make a quilt. The rest we packed into garbage bags to share with others.  I felt like I was saying good bye again. It was so very hard. The girls said we could wait, but I knew it wouldn't be any easier whenever we chose to do it.
So I just let the tears come and the memories.
I'm not one to hang on to something if it has use and someone else can use it. The girls said I could make a quilt out of pieces of all her clothes but that would be wasteful to cut up a piece of clothing that was still in good condition. Amy didn't wear her clothes out. Time and the washing machine did!

I'm glad I had my daughters to help me. It would have been nearly impossible to do this by myself.

Amy's last Christmas with us.

During my Bible study this morning this was one of the verses that I studied.

 Matthew 6:19-21
“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal;  for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."