Its a cold grey snow blowing day this morning, and my little girl would be a year older. The years are flowing by, and I wonder sometimes what would she have been like? Who would she look like now? What would she like to do? Who would she be? How would she have laughed? Would she have been quiet or would she have talked a mile a minute? I will never know, it was not meant to be.. Here but for a brief moment and then gone, but not forgotten..
Just another Day on the Farm 
What a touching post.
Thanks for the comment, its hard to believe that its been 11 years since she was born and spent five days with us before going back to the Divine.
Not a year goes by that I do not remember that she was born just before her grandmother V’s birthday; that I held her for one precious hour in my arms and that she physically left us the day after her grandmother V’s birthday. She will always be in my heart.
Its always a rough day with many tears that just seem to come and go, a day to remember and to dream of what could have been..
As a mother, I can only imagine the deepest pain of losing a child. A long time ago, dear friends of the family lost their healthy daughter to a sudden brain infection one summer. Her name was Amy and she was 11 years old, the same age as my youngest son at the time. They were both going to start at the same middle school that fall. Every milestone in my son’s life, I think of Amy. And her mom, dad, brother and sister. I try to keep her alive through my memories.
I will now also forever remember your little girl on February 2.
Thank you, that is very kind.
My heart aches for your empty arms. I’m so sorry for your loss. We none know the true pains and losses of another….until they’re shared. May you find peace today. God bless.
Thank you, I will work on that peace
When I have sad days and I try not to have too many, the year that I lost Maeve and my father always lump together.They didn,t pass together but for some reason, they ARE together.My dad looks about fifty and Maeve looks about nine or so and they are picking berries. The good lord knows they must have enough berries by now, but they are always picking berries and the questions are flying faster than Gramps can answer.Laughter and giggles escape from the berry patch and the wonders of the world are dicussed and all the “why is” are answered and lately if I am really tired as I have been since the move , my mother is there also Knitting slippers.Why, I don’t know but she is and Maeve runs to her with a handful of half-squashed raspberries but instead of my mom getting them she gives them to her brother who was sleeping on Grandma’s wool{an unheard of thing in my lifetime} and then they just turn and look at me, in my dream as if to say”what? you didn”t think we’d pick berries? and they run off laughing, two little blonde and blue-eyed Mini-J’s with my mother hollering’don’t run so fast Maeve, he,s only little and I wake up. I have had this dream numerous times and I know it is my beloved father telling me that the grandchildren are alright with their great-grandparents watching over them and I feel better. Love mom
Strange I often feel that grandma and grandpa are there with them as well, You are right though, never would Grandma have allowed anyone to lay on her wool but maybe in that special place wool does not tangle..
Ah, Grandpa an his barry patch, the place to take us kids to talk about life, the things I learned while out picking rasberries, my o my.. its a good thing you parents didn’t hear the things that could be talked about once we hit 13 and up.. we thought we were so grown up..no wonder he always had that smile when he looked at us.. thinking foolish young’in still got so much to learn but think you are so smart already..
So much to learn and so little time to do it all in..
xoxoxo
A heartfelt hug is shared with you today.
Thanks for sending a hug my way, I was thinking of you over the past few days and hoping that all was going well with everyone, we need to get together for a coffee or maybe a outing to see the ice carvings?
Sounds like a plan. Hope to see you soon.
Friends,
She would be just like the fairy in this photo, only with bare feet in her rubbers and a sparkle in her eye, over a smudged cheek grinning with glee over all the new babies on her farm; just as I imagine her mother was when she was 11… Love always, us over here. God Bless the little queen always.
Hugs to you and yours, thanks for your sweet words.. If she was like me, yup she would be spending time in the barn with the new littles ones with Puff Trailing her all over.