#Christmas16 Day 16
*I looked around the suite with a smile. The candles glowed warmly on
the mantle, casting shadows on the ornaments and picture frames that
surrounded them. I reached out and picked up my favorite picture. It was
of Libby, taken our last Christmas together. I trace my fingers down
her cheek, my tears blurring her face. I'm haunted by what was, and what
could never be. Had she survived she would be almost 30. Maybe even
would have children of her own by now. I
hold the frame to my chest and breath deeply. She is gone and nothing
will ever change that. My wonderful mate has spent the last many years
devoting himself to my happiness and I AM happy. Happier than I ever
thought I could be. But there is still a minuscule part of me that aches
with the loss of my baby girl. I softly kiss my baby girls forehead and
place the cherished picture back in its place.*
For you, our wonderful Phoenix fans,
I pray for peace. Peace for my own troubled mind, peace for every
person out there that has experienced the incredible loss of a child.
There is no getting over it. Ever. There is just the ability to adapt to
the new challenges I have faced and the ability to overcome the
challenges my life places in my path. I am strong, I am loved, and I can
do this. So can you
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