One year. That's how much time has passed since Erin passed away. We are in Houston to help distract Patrick. I don't know if we did much good. He was cranky but I understood.
I think back on the past year and remember bits and pieces.
I remember the drive to Houston the night I heard about Erin. The notifications that came through via my iPhone from all the people on Facebook who were praying for her.
I remember praying fervently for Erin. I prayed more that weekend than ever. I prayed the rosary and the Divine Mercy chaplet over and over and over. I remember feeling comforted that the hospital was a Catholic one. I felt comforted that I could go to the chapel. Over that Saturday night, I went to Erin's room and prayed the Divine Mercy chaplet. I prayed it unceasingly along with the rosary at her final hour. It gave me comfort. And, I hope it helped her.
I remember the staff of the ICU. They were so compassionate and wonderful in taking care of Erin and Patrick. They didn't forget the spouse. There was also an orderly who brought me a pillow and blanket when he saw me curled up in a chair trying to keep warm in that coldly air conditioned waiting room.
I remember all the support I received from my local friends and all the wonderful people I have met online.
I remember the heated words between siblings. And, the breaking down of yours truly when it all became too much after the heated words. Plus the apology from the heart.
I remember the flurry of activity as we planned a funeral for someone whose life was too short.
My children remember the phone call from me to Ben. They remember the tears. They remember the sadness. They remember an aunt whom they loved with all their heart in the way of children. They miss her keenly.
We miss you, Erin Kennedy Cho.
We are having a mass said for Erin on Wednesday at 9am central time. Please pray with us.