Laura’s 11am update Thursday, June 1

Arriving in Asheville Sunday evening was not as hard as I’d worried - the sun was setting and the mountains were glowing as I listened to a podcast on Near Death Experiences, something I’ve dabbled with in the past and have become obsessed with lately. Their stories reassure me that THIS is not the end and I’ll be reunited with  those I’ve loved. Thankfully Jack and Elli had arrived in advance and were staying in the 2-room basement rental of my house that Liza and I shared on periodic weekends and holidays once I moved to Jacksonville. They thoughtfully had sorted through Liza’s belongings, but I was nonetheless a wreck upon finding so many unexpected memories: letters, pictures, drawings, and beloved stuffed animals from her childhood. Thankfully Jack and Elli stayed nearby while my tears flowed endlessly. I haven’t stayed there yet and probably won’t this visit; staying with friends is easier. Just driving the roads of Asheville conjures up memories of Liza and for now, those are cloaked in my expectations that will not become realities. So I cry.. a lot. And pray that the day I can smile at those memories arrives swiftly. 
After a particularly difficult day, I went out for Asian food with my mother. Liza and the universe then sent me a much-needed sign. The message in my fortune cookie read “Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.” 
There have been good times smattered in with the tears. A hike with friends where cloudy skies part just as we reach a clearing, a minor league baseball game where our team came back in the 9 inning for a walkoff win, and abundant love from friends who loved Liza from childhood.
Saturday will be here soon and we’ll bouy one another with a common bond: Liza’s Big Energy! I love you, girl! 💛🌈 🥠 💛