Yesterday was Evy Kristine's funeral. I wasn't there. It was a hard decision to make, but plane tickets were bought a long time ago, for a photographic conference. The parents knew how much I wanted to be with them that day. I wrote a letter, and my husband read in the church. There will be a transcript here on the blog.
When her tiny coffin was lowered in the earth, I was in the plane, looking down on clouds, crying my eyes out while listening to Josh Groban: To where you are.
The parents will just have to go on now, without her. Now it's for real.
See earlier posts, from the last two weeks, for more information on little Evy and her short life on earth.