photo © 2008 Andreanna Moya | more info (via: Wylio)If a family is a puzzle and each of us a piece, what happens when one piece is missing? Erica was a piece in our family puzzle, she filled her space. That space is now empty. With time that space may heal but the puzzle will never look the same. There will always be an empty spot where her piece fit. It is hard to accept that a piece of your puzzle is missing. I'm feeling nostalgic today. Thinking about memories of Erica. We put many puzzles together through the years. I like the easy ones, three hundred pieces max, but she would tackle the hard ones. She was never one to back down at the thought of a challenge. So as I face the challenge of picking up the pieces from my broken puzzle, I'm forced to realize our family puzzle will never be the same.
This was the first Easter of my life to not see Erica...it is frustrating that our lives are so hectic that we don't stop to evaluate and understand the significance and value of each piece of the puzzle. Our Easter's will never be the same. The loss of Erica alters everything.
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