I've started typing time and time again about something this morning, and every time I erase it. A lot of times, writing is therapeutic for me...but I just feel like I can't write about this. Can't tell the story. Maybe it's too personal to post on a blog where anyone that runs across this can see. I don't know why I'm so hesitant, but I do want to ask for prayers. There's a family that is still in mourning after my cousin's death one year ago today. Two little boys that were left behind. Pleas for closure. And a hole in our hearts that will never be filled again.
Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.