I can’t imagine losing a child. At any age. My eyes begin to well up with tears at the thought. It’s so unnatural. It’s just not the way it should be.
How do you say goodbye …
to the early years, bathing and feeding, tickling and hugging, kissing and holding.
the elementary years, of discovery and wonder, where everything is new and exciting
the teen years, of growth and development, of patience (or trying of patience for you)
the adult years, of friendship and laughter, of memories and bonds. Of caring and commitment.
My heart hurts for Vice President Biden, and the scores of other parents who have had to do it. You are truly in my thoughts and prayers.
How do you say goodbye to your baby? I don’t know …
I love Autumn. The crisp coolness in the air, gorgeous colors of leaves falling from trees, and for me, a sense of nostalgia, accompanies the season. I am always flooded with memories this time of year. Maybe it’s the passing of summer, perhaps it’s the association with back to school many years ago … or even the upcoming arrival of the holidays. For me, Autumn signals the changing of the guard.
Goodbye swimming pools, beach visits, popsicles, sunscreen, shorts and tank tops, park playdates, running through sprinklers, and ice cream for no reason (well, maybe not goodbye to this)
Hello jumping in piles of leaves, school football games, hot chocolate, smores, pumpkins and candy, jackets and jeans, turkey, dressing, beautiful lights, wrapping presents, and precious time with family.
A few weeks old, you filled me with joy.
Fun guesses … will you be a girl or a boy.
Excitement, giddy with thoughts of you.
A blessing for us, full of life anew.
An answer to prayer, cause to celebrate,
Time to prepare, for this wonder so great.
Yet the moment was fleeting, happiness so real.
The sudden turn left feelings … unexpected to feel.
I knew you, I felt you, you were mine from day one.
It doesn’t seem fair. Life hadn’t even begun.
As I fight the tears, through gripping pain,
Some days I can’t move, others I sustain.
My heart is broken, only God can heal.
Thank Him for His presence; I know He is real.
This too shall pass … though hurt I won’t deny.
As I say to my precious little one gone too soon … Goodbye.