There’s a new, tiny red stocking hanging by our tree Something I never thought I would see Another loss, another grief It’s not what I imagined this year would be So many questions without getting answers Explaining death to our children and trying to define heaven Watching grief overwhelm one so young and Navigating my own confusion as the tears stung Grateful for the blessings we have And the mercy that’s been shown But sometimes grief has a mind of its own Taking up this small moment in time When celebrating should be the focus Its moments like these when we just have to let our faith grow us There’s…