When it was my turn (several months ago), I decided to do my first page about my dad. I haven't been able to creatively mourn him... it's been too painful. For some reason, this particular night, I was able to do it. Grief is a long, slow process.
The journaling reads, "Ariana, you loved your Papa. You attached yourself to him unlike any of the other kids. As soon as you could talk, you would wander around Gigi's, calling 'Papaaaa!' when he would leave the room. I think it kind of shocked him that you loved him so much. I know someday soon, you will forget him. So I promise, I will remember him for you."
The months after Dad died, Ariana would talk about him. A lot. She tells me still, "I miss my Papa. I need to hug him. He's with my Jesus." It is a comfort to my wounded heart to grieve together with her. It amazes me that in her short little life (she was only 2 when he died) that she is still able to remember him. I'm so thankful for that little grace in her life... and in mine.