Over the last 12 months my family has experienced one of
the hardest things a person can face. I
really can’t imagine anything worse than losing a child. We not only lost our Emma-Grace, but we
watched as our precious little girl suffered a terrible, unexplainable
death. My heart is and will never be the
same. Apart of me will always be
missing.
As I approach the 1 year anniversary of losing our little Emmie
I wanted to write my final entry of the “Heart of a Mom” blog. The actual day Emma-Grace passed away is May 13 which
falls on mother’s day this year. Need I
say more? My heart aches just thinking
about that. So I really wanted to write
this prior to the actual day, when I know my mind will be occupied with many
other things. I want to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for letting me share this journey of grief with you. It is a journey that I know will encompass the rest of my life. I am aware that reading the caring bridge and the blog have not been easy at times. Many of you loved Emma-Grace too and I know her death affected more than just our family. Thank you for your love and concern for each one of us. We love you all.
As I thought about what I wanted to write as
my final entry, I decided to write a love letter. A letter dedicated to my beautiful little
girl. I hope you do not mind and will
indulge me in this, the final journal entry.
This past year without you has been so hard on mommy. My heart is broken and I have cried more in
the last year than I have ever cried. I
am sad for me, daddy and all of your brothers and sisters. We all love you so much and feel blessed that
God placed you with our family. We miss
you more than words can express, but know that you are in the most wonderful
place now. I cannot even imagine the
beautiful things you are experiencing in heaven.
I remember the day they first placed you in my arms. I knew immediately that you were meant to be my
little girl. You loved to cuddle and from
day one you were what we liked to call our “Velcro baby”. Someone was always holding you- you made sure
of that. When you started to talk I am sure some of the first words you said were "hold me". It is a wonder you ever learned to walk because for a while your feet never touched the ground.
You used to say, "I am everybody's baby". And that you were. From the beginning you were very possessive of your family and would say “my mommy”, “my daddy”, “my brother”, “and my sister”. This to me confirmed over and over God had planned from the beginning of time that you were supposed to be with our family.
You used to say, "I am everybody's baby". And that you were. From the beginning you were very possessive of your family and would say “my mommy”, “my daddy”, “my brother”, “and my sister”. This to me confirmed over and over God had planned from the beginning of time that you were supposed to be with our family.
Each day holds special memories for me. I wake up every day and think about how you
loved to climb into bed with mommy and daddy in the mornings. You would close your eyes and act like you
were snoring. Then you would just
laugh. You had the best laugh.
You were mommy’s nap buddy on Sunday afternoon. I remember multiple times when we would lay
down and I would have my eyes closed and you would lean over and rub, kiss my
face and say “I love you mommy”. You
wanted to sleep right beside me. I would
wake up with your arms, legs or feet on top of me. I miss that.
I drive by your preschool and remember how you cried when you
first started attending. But after
several weeks you loved school. You
especially loved the craft center. You
would draw, glue and paint all day if they would have let you. I remember thinking on the last day you went
to school how independent you had become.
You were so proud because you were now a big girl and not afraid. You were able to sign yourself in because
you had learned how to write “Emma”.
Mrs. Roberts said they had never had a 3 year old who could write their own
name. We talked about how smart you were
on that last day.
All of your school friends are getting their kindergarten
physicals now. It is hard for me to look
at them and not remember the conversations we had about you going to big girl
school one day. You were so excited
about being able to ride the bus with Chris and Allyson. We would probably be talking about you
turning 5 years old and who your teacher would be. I am sorry you will never get to do those
things.
At my work office I remember the “messes” you would make
eating snacks in the back room. You
would come in the office every day looking for a “snack”. You loved to eat and would leave a trail of
crumbs wherever you went.
At home you would get up from the supper table and within
the hour be asking for food. I would say
“but you just ate supper” and you would say, “I know, but that was supper and I
want a snack”. I imagine in heaven you
have your choice of all types of wonderful foods. I am sure you love that.
Each night we would sit in my rocker and read books. You loved to read. “I want to read 5 books mommy.” “No Emma-Grace, let’s read 2 books.” “No 5 books.”
This was our nightly conversation.
You won most of the time. I am so
glad for every second we spent reading all of you favorite books.
On Sunday mornings after putting on your dress you would
prance around and twirl in circles. You
loved to dress up. Your daddy would just
make the biggest deal about how beautiful you looked and you would just
beam. When we would get to church I
remember vividly watching you run down the hall to Sunday school. So many people at church miss seeing your
bright little face.
You gave the most wonderful love to your brothers and
sisters. When they would come home you
would meet them at the door and say “brother hug” or “sisters hug” and squeeze
them so tight. They loved it. You had them all wrapped around your little
finger. You were the only person who
could get away with calling Michael “Mikey” and Josh “Joshy”. They all miss you so much.
You loved to go to the store because in your mind that meant
you were going to get a “surprise”. You
would always ask for M&Ms. In fact it
was a daily thing for you to ask me to stop at the store and get a bug juice
and a pack of M&Ms. Of course we
didn’t, but you would ask anyway.
To say you were stubborn is an understatement. If you didn’t want to do something it was
like pulling teeth to get you to do whatever it was. Something simple as getting your picture
made would be a major undertaking. For
some reason you hated it and would make it well known. During our Hilton Head beach photo shot you
rolled around in the sand in your pretty white dress. I laugh now when I thing about it.
I am so sorry you got sick.
I wish so much I could have prevented such a terrible illness. So many people tried to figure out what was
wrong and how to make you well. But we
just could not defeat whatever it was.
Your stubborn streak came out and you fought so hard. We all felt sure you were going to get
better. One of the doctors at the
hospital said you were stubborn in the best of ways. I agree.
I think that is how you held on for 13 weeks. But in the end your little body just couldn’t
fight any more. Ultimately I know that
it was God's time to call you home. I am
glad you are now healthy and able to run and play. I know it must be wonderful to be in the
presence of our Heavenly Father.
Even though we all had to go on with our lives after you
passed away, I wanted you to know that not a day goes by that I am not
constantly thinking of you. I see you all around me every day. I think that will always be the case. Your essence is in so many places. Each day there are things that I see or
things that happen that remind me of you. Those beautiful memories of you have
sustained me many days. Days that I
really did not want to go on. But I can
hear you now saying “don’t cry mommy, smile.
I am OK. I’m with Jesus now.”
Lastly, I wanted to tell you about the newest member of our
family. Her name is Anna-Leigh. She is in China waiting for us to bring her
home. She needs a mommy just like you
did. I know you would have been the best
big sister. I can just see you now
trying to tell her what to do and giving her “sister hugs”. I imagine you will be watching over her and our
entire family from heaven. When she is older I will tell her all about what a
wonderful sister she has waiting for all of us in heaven.
There are so many other things I could say, but most of all
I want to say that I thankful for the 2 ½ years of wonderful memories we were
able to make. And I am extremely
thankful God choose me to be your mommy.
I hope that when it is time for God to call me home you will know ahead
of time and will meet me at the gate. I
can’t wait to hold my beautiful little girl again.
Until that day- I love you so much
Your Mommy