This year has been a mix of terrible sadness and obvious grace. I miss our girl. I would guess everyone reading this does. There is a constant feeling of someone missing. When we eat dinner with the Tippetts, cheer on the kids at sports, listen to their school reports, or when one of her kid’s arms are wrapped around my neck, I choke back tears as I remember what is missing. Ann Voskamp says, Losses do that. One life-loss can infect the whole of a life. Like a rash that wears through our days, our sight becomes peppered with black voids. Now everywhere we look, we only see all that isn’t: holes, lack, deficiency. And I see voids a lot this year.