Dear friends, my heart is so full. Over the past 9 days you have loved us so well, and we hardly know where to begin to thank you. I have received so many emails and messages that I haven’t responded to yet; over the course of this week I hope I can answer each of you individually. Thank you for sending every precious word, for preparing meals, for baking cookies, for delivering flowers, for being there on Saturday, for giving me a hug, for showing us all that you love us and that you are praying for us and that you’re here for us. We need you now.
I want to share with you as we process through these days and weeks of grief, and so I want to begin writing regularly this week. I know that you want to be there for us and pray for us according to our needs; I know that you are hurting too and you want to grieve and process with us. I’ll try to let you know, humbly and achingly and slowly.
For today, I thought you might enjoy reading over the letters and tributes that Emily, Eric, and I wrote for our sister Julia and read at her memorial service. These came from the deepest corners of our hearts. Here they are, in the order we read them at the service on Saturday.
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is thy sting, death?