November 29, 1995
My sister knocked on my door, barely able to stand. Jenee' is dead she told me without breathing. No, it is not possible. She broke her leg, I said. That is it, she broke her leg. Let's go to the hospital because she broke her leg.
My precious angel did not have a broken leg. She was gone. My beautiful, darling daughter. Gone forever. Everyone said, things will get better with time. They lied. It has never gotten better. No one will ever call me Momma again. I will never have a grandchild to love and spoil. My baby is gone. There are so many things I will never experience.
I did have 20 years, 7 months and 13 days of being Momma to the greatest kid in the world. Captain of your soccer team, your passion for Wesleyan, STUNT, color wars you lived life hard. My precious, your momma misses you every day. I ache to hear your voice. I miss you so much. Thank you for bringing Doug and Mitzi, Joyce and Taylor into my life. They have been my strength the past 14 years.
Just like you brought the clouds into the balloon bouquets for Hayden, you brought them into my life to take care of me. You always take care of your Momma don't you baby?
To those who follow my blog, please don't be sad or let this post bring you down in this joyous season. Pick up your phone, call someone and tell them how much they mean to you. Go hug your husband or wife or child or niece. Look into the sky and see how beautifully my baby can turn those clouds into balloon bouquets! I am so happy and grateful for the 20 years, 7 months and 13 days I had with my baby.
If you know someone that has lost a child or anyone for that matter, give them a call. Let them talk about their loved one. Let the name of that loved one pass their lips. You will never know how much it means to them.
November 29, 2009
I miss you still.
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