I’ve been debating about whether to write this because Sarah wasn’t my daughter or my sister, clinic she was my cousin, order and I would never want for her family to think I pretend to know what they are going through. You see, Sarah Grace would have turned 25 on Sunday. Instead of sending her my usual Facebook greeting, I grieved having never done more than that on birthdays passed.
I wish every day I’d have done more. Something, anything, to make her understand she was loved and valued on this Earth. But I didn’t and I can’t change that. All that I can change is my future actions. In every moment, we have the choice to do nothing or to do something. Something small that may feel completely insignificant to us, but could change a person’s day, or life, for the better.
Someday, I’ll probably tell you all a bit more about Sarah, but for now I’d like to share a cause that was important to her and has become so to me as well – To Write Love on Her Arms. If you haven’t heard about it, please go take a read about what they do. Here’s a little excerpt:
“You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you’re part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters.”