I find it hard to talk... to string together my jumbled-up thoughts into a cohesive, coherent sentence.
I realize that the gift of empathy is something God has blessed me with,
but, to an extent, the flashbacks I saw today made me feel like I was going through it over again.

At least I can say, with great confidence, that your mommy and my daddy are standing next to each other, laughing and sharing stories about how quirky, strong, loving, and beautiful their daughters turned out to be.