Six years ago my world came crashing down. My granddaughter, Ainsley, left her earthly home. Her death was unexpected. There is not a word that describes the agony and deep sadness and pain we felt through the loss of this child. We loved her so much.
What I remember most is Ainsley loved playing peek-a-boo and her belly laugh was contagious! You couldn’t help but laugh with her. For quite some time after her death I was sad and angry. I couldn’t make any sense of it. I didn’t understand why she left us that day. But I have finally found peace and here is why:
Jesus replied, “You Don’t Understand What I am Doing, But Someday You Will.”
There is a reason I don’t know everything that happened that day. I trust God knows best. Who am I to argue with that? Some day I will know. And I am okay with that. Finally.
Today and every day I miss her. She would have loved her brothers and sister. But as painful as it is, I know God is with us. Every. Single. Day.
During the past six years, it has gotten a little easier, but yet there are days that I still feel very sad. Days where I can’t hold back the tears. But then I remember what our Pastor told us during her funeral. “All is well with Ainsley.” Words I will never forget.
Her death also puts life into perspective. I am reminded some days how petty we can be over things that really don’t matter. Family matters. Life matters.
So on this day, we remember her. Our family remembers her. We will spend time reflecting on our lives and our families. And appreciate the blessings we have in our life.