You'd be 9 years old today, a third grader with long dark hair and blue eyes and maybe a few loose teeth. You'd be riding your bike or maybe throwing snow balls, bugging your Big Sister while your Baby Sister bugs you. Later we'd be watching you blow out the candles on your chocolate cake, scooping ice cream and watching you open your presents and shushing you and your giggling friends when you should all be in bed. We'd have done our best to make this day a special and happy one.
If you were here.
But you're not.
Instead we will take flowers to your grave and I am sure cry even more, lost in memories and wishes, hopes and dreams unrealized, trying to get past the pain of losing you.
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Ah, sorry for my flippancy yesterday. I did not realize.
Big hugs.
HD-you helped me smile and that is what counts. I think chicken cacciatore is on the menu today though, not salmon. Gotta go with what I have! and some homemade rosemary bread. Thanks for the book-it's coming in handy already!
Sorry honey.
My heart aches for you. I cannot even begin to imagine the pain that you feel, but you are a remarkably strong woman. I completely admire your strength and perseverance!
Geri you know what it's like to lose a loved one too soon so thanks and right back atcha. Tell Zach Happy Birthday for me.
Oh sigh. dang, I will be doing the same thing come February - but I will be joined by her twin sister who will help me lay the flowers
JustJules-*SIGH*
She's not lost... we all know about her. *hugs*
I don't know what to say, so...
*hugs*
DCN and Zan *hugs*back
(hugs) to you
Nej-thanks =)
That was beautiful. Words fail me. I'm so sorry, Brook.
I am not gonna even pretend that i could imagine the pain of your loss. Sweet Maggie.....may you hold tight to all the memories of happy times.
Amy- thanks... =)
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