Missing

09/28/2015b
PJSeOc2015, Monday, September 28, 2015, 657 a.m., In living room, On our aqua colored sofa
I woke up at 418 a.m. with the sense something was wrong. Something was missing.
Kara!
The realization flooded over me and I spend the next hour and a half (or was it more) crying... and off and on since.
Sinan at one point jumped in our bed and looked in her corner at the bottom right, on my side, of our bed and didn't see her. He came and loved on us since we were talking and were weeping. He got love from us, as he kept looking for her on our bed, on the two nightstands where she hung out as well, and then he went to her corner... didn't step there... but smelled her thrown blanket... and sniffed the air and jumped off the bed, trying to find her.
Where is she? He acted like.
The touching, heart rendering scene only made me break into wild sobs.
She is no longer with us physically.
And, oh how we miss her.
We want to live a life to honor her, we determined this morning.
Oh, how grateful we are for every moment with Kara. Each was sacred and unforgettable.
And, that is why I am writing these blog posts, which I will turn into a book.
She taught us more about faith and life than anyone or anything.
She found us and she claimed us as hers. And she loved us fiercely. Tenderly. Thankfully. She knew how much her life changed because of us and she stamped her eight pound self on our hearts permanently. She transformed us.
The truth is, we would do it all over again, every year, if we could.
She was worth it.
What a blessing she was, is, and always will be.
Moments with Kara is being written in and out of grief as we keep her memory forever alive.
What a treasure.