For eighteen years . . .

For eighteen years . . . a joy, a gift, a treasure.


And then, too suddenly, Heaven’s joy and treasure increased.


How is it that the world doesn’t pause its spinning to note the passing?


How does a parent, a sibling, a friend bear the unbearable grief?


How does one fill the void that must feel as big as the earth itself?


And how, how, does one comfort young hearts that have never before experienced a grief such as this?


Lord, lead the way.


Remind all those whose lives Gianna touched, remind them of all the blessings of her life, the memories, the joys, the special moments.


Lord, lead the way.