Frankly, this has been a tough weekend to get through. It is very easy to remember all the wonderful times with all the children on Halloween, but very difficult to not feel sad that Suzy won't be here to repeat the process with Ethan and Abby. This is the first year since Ethan's birth that Suzy hasn't sent me Halloween pictures as soon as they got home. It was just part of our routine.
Even more difficult for me was Sunday, All Saint's Day. When Suzy and Beth were little, we attended St. Anne's in Nashville. On All Saint's Day the children dressed up like a saint. One year, Suzy was St. Suzanne, a Roman martyr and Beth dressed like St. Elizabeth. Part of the service was having all the children come up front and sing St. Elizabeth's hymn. It was a charming service and such a happy time. It's a wonderful memory. Until, it hits me again that it's another thing that horrible disease stole from her. She's at peace and resting now, but I am angry for her. If only cancer could be eradicated.
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