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I remember the excitement of that day, April 14th, 2020.
I remember getting the date of when we would finally meet. I remember November 30th like it was yesterday. I remember checking in at 6am. I remember the nerves when the nurses went to go get the doctor. I remember the room being quiet. I remember the emptiness when he told us the news. I remember the feeling of holding you there. I remember leaving with just a box as now you are my angel. I remember it all like it was yesterday. I remember Alister Enzo, for that is your name Kayla, forever Alister’s mom
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To Savannah Mackenzie,
You were a beloved and precious one to all, god knew what he was doing so he gave you a call. In my stomach you loved to kick and play, I wish you would have seen one bright sunny day. It’s just not fair that you didn’t get to live, To show everyone all the love you had to give. You would have been an angel sent from above, I would have treasured you and gave you all my love. I didn’t get to see you off on your first day of school, Or let you cry on my shoulder when a guy acted a fool. I didn’t get to see you graduate and go on to bigger better things I bet you would have soared as if you had imaginary wings. You could have become president and known what to do, You would have done a great job and god knows this - it’s true. But on November 3rd god said “you come with me…” And “Don’t worry about them, you leave them up to me.” I know you’re looking down, With beautiful eyes of brown. I wish I could see your smiling face, But I know you’re in a better place. Love Always and Forever, Mommy XOXO Dear Miriam Lyra,
How can it be seven years since you left your watery home inside of me? In the beginning I could barely make it through each day. Time seemed to stretch like taffy as I tried to go through hours without you. In some ways it helped to think of you with your siblings who had died before. Maybe you, Sam, and Oren were running through the forest together or dancing invisibly in the garden? But in other ways the fact that three of you had died just made it worse. How could this happen again? What did I do wrong to deserve this? Now that was a silly question I know. No one “deserves” this pain. The better question was, “what do I do now?” But asking the big philosophical WHY popped up anyway as I tried to make sense of it all. I bet you were cute. I only saw one photo of you and it was a grainy ultrasound photo from after you had died. How I wish I could have snuggled you in my arms my darling. Would you have had curly hair like me? I bet you would have had one heck of an attitude at times. Ha! You would have given me a run for my money! I would have loved every minute, even the tantrums- ok maybe not “loved” but I would have loved you! I still do. Just because you died doesn’t mean I love you any less. I will always be your mother. I may not be able to help you put on your mud boots, but I can look up at the stars and tell you all about them. Maybe you can hear me. Heck, maybe you know way more about stars than I do! I can do things in your honor, things I think you would have liked to do. Last year we bought a lot of toys and games for the Respite Center. Your brothers helped me pick them out. We thought about what a 6 year old girl might like. Wish you could have shown us by being here. Your brothers and I will be sending you extra love on July 9th. That is your special day. Send some love back to us if you can. I miss you, Mommy It’s the holiday season and we’re supposed to be thankful. Society tells us that we’re supposed to gather together with friends and family and tell each other how thankful we are and, in general, be celebratory. After all, we’ve made it to another holiday season, right? Unfortunately, that’s not the case for all of us. Sure, we’ve made it to another holiday season, but is that worth celebrating? As bereaved parents, the holidays can be anything but celebratory.
Our family’s version of celebration is how we incorporate our daughter Lucy into the holidays. Lucy’s funeral was the day before Thanksgiving three years ago. That makes the holiday season that much more difficult, and for us, we do what we can to make sure Lucy is part of our holiday traditions. One tradition we have is on the day after Thanksgiving, we pick out a wreath and place it at her grave. We also have a stocking that is hung next to ours. And in the years before she was born, we always said we’d get a real tree when we have kids. So, every year, even that first year, we’ve picked out a tree and decorated it. Because our version of celebrating involves her. To us, it’s important to celebrate and incorporate Lucy into our lives, not just during the holidays, but always. Creating new traditions is important. For me, it helps me reconnect with her in my own ways. And when others ask what we did over the holiday, I tell them with pride just as they would talk about their kids. She wasn’t just part of our lives; she IS part of our lives. Forever. Your children are part of your lives as well, and I hope you’re able to find traditions that celebrate them, not just during the holidays, but every day. Geoff S. Lucy’s Dad |
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