It is 11PM. I was expecting that by now, it would be getting better. It is still so heavy. Sometimes I feel torn between this world and the next; wanting to be a mother, wife, nurse, daughter, and member of the community here. Part of me wants to meet my sweetie in heaven. In our Thursday group, one of the parents shared a poem that is so fitting for our family too.
The Broken Chain
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
Author - Ron Tranmer
Most of the time I function, enjoy Chloe, work, live, laugh even. We are managing fine, and learning a new way of living and loving. I know she is OK now in paradise, not in pain, and I am grateful for all of that...I just miss my baby girl.
The Broken Chain
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
Author - Ron Tranmer
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| On this very day 1 year ago, with my cousin |
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| Before bathtime hurt very much, she loved having her hair washed |
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| March 2010, 3 months old |
