Today our sweet baby girl would be 3 months old...I find it hard to believe that 3 months has came and gone. I know it sounds cliché but time really has flown by, it seems like last week she was born not 3 months ago. I miss her and what would have been so much every day. I wonder what she would be like, who would she look like, would she be laughing out loud, rolling over....would she be sleeping through the night?
It breaks my heart that she isn't here with us getting ready to celebrate her first Christmas. I know that she is safe in Jesus' arms but that knowledge doesn't take away the pain of not having her here with us. The pain of missing her doesn't go away, maybe learing how to live with it gets easier. I can honestly say that I thought I was learning how to live with it but the closer we get to Christmas the less true that seems. Maybe its how you feel 3 months after the loss of someone so special, maybe its the holidays, I really don't know all that I do know is I miss her so much. I would give anything to have her here celebrating her 'First' Christmas with us, enjoying all the lights, wearing a little Baby's 1st Christmas outfit...if only we could change the past.
I'll leave you with a quote I recently read somewhere along the lines of “A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. But . . . there is no word for a parent who loses a child, that’s how awful the loss is!”