Sorry if this has been posted, its just so sad and sweet. This family is so amazing, I am so glad there are so many looking after them.
http://portlandtribune.com/pt/9-news/122908-whitneys-voice-still-speaks-to-family-
She disappears into an office and emerges hunched over, dragging a bin too heavy to carry. Its filled to the brim with letters. She pulls it in front of the couch, sits down and grabs a handful at random reading the postmarks.
Orlando. Austin, Texas. San Diego. New Jersey. North Platte, Neb. One from all 50 states and countries around the world.
Thousands of letters are stacked before her. At Clints apartment theres another bin.
Because of the widespread acknowledgment of Whitneys death and who she was, weve been given an opportunity that most people dont have when they mourn, she says. Weve been given a reason to rejoice. Not just in the hope, but in what we have right now.
At a time when faith in humanity could be lost, for this family, its been renewed.
We can lose faith in an individual, Lorilei says. But our faith in humanity is stronger because of Jehovahs outpouring of abundant love to us through his people.
But the pain is still there, bubbling up in quiet moments alone. Those are often the toughest, she says. There hasnt been a day thats gone by that I havent cried.
For Clint, its hardest at night. Just before you go to bed and theres that quiet, he says. Normally its the time where I would talk about the day or she would talk about the day thats the hardest for me because shes not there. Going to bed by myself, shes not there. Waking up in the middle of the night and looking over to her side of the bed shes not there. Waking up in the morning on her side of the bed because shes not there.
But in those moments, where silence was always filled with her tender voice, Clint plays the message.
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Maybe they didn't see the blood since they were told not to touch the car. But they must have looked in the back to see if she was in the vehicle. (I would have.)
