If you're not willing to hurt hard, you're not able to love hard.
Today we met with a pastor, my dad's pastor. He married my dad and step-mom. I have known him ever since I was in high school. And although I am not a member of his church, there has always been something about him that has drawn me to him. Bill and I found so much strength in his words today. But the above words knocked me to my knees. Through this whole ordeal, nothing has hit me quite like those did.
When we found out about Grey's diagnosis another friend told me, love him hard. It's funny how people's words intertwine.
I just need to take a second to say thank you, to all of you who have been there from the beginning, and to those of you that have just joined me. Words are just not enough. When people ask me how I'm getting through this, I could show them each and every one of you.
We have loved him hard, no doubt. We'd do it all over again.