noun ( pl. -ries)
the date on which an event took place in a previous year
I always think of nice thoughts tied to the word anniversary. But when it’s the death of a loved one I don’t like to use that word.
January 10th marked the eight year “anniversary” of our daughters death. Eight years have flown by in some ways. I actually thought it would get better as time went on. That the wound would somehow lessen. Wrong. But I will say the wound becomes sweeter.
Death is a part of life. There is a sweetness especially when you realize that this life is a part of eternity. This is the first part.
And that is where my hope lies, anchored in the One who takes me through life’s ups and downs, the easy and the hard. And because of that Hope I will her when I get there.