Some moments I think I will share of joy and expectation.
Other times of pain and sorrow.
Laughs and smiles.
Tears and ragged sobs.
Of soothing chocolate.
And gravelly dust too thick to swallow.
Sweet moments of remembering.
Bitter ache of longing.
It’s such an odd feeling that life can be so precious and beautiful but so elusive and final, going by too fast.
Little Man described Millie’s life perfectly to me,
“Millie’s life is like hopscotch, mom. She wasn’t here, jump and she was (for 3 years), jump and she’s not here anymore.”
“Millie was my favorite person when she was here. Now you are my favorite, mom.”
~Just 8 years old and he knows too much about loss.
Blessings sweet friends…
︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵ ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★ I still believe in Millie’s Miracle ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵
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