This time of year brings back so many Millie memories.
2018 - we were at Disney World, a wonderful family vacation! Millie was 18 months, happy. Such a sweet baby!
2019 - we were at Grand Canyon this week. We took 15 of us including in laws, kids, and even 2 grandkids on a week long adventure. Millie fevered, cried, and didn’t eat much. She was pretty puny...we wondered WHY?
Just 27 days later we heard “Stage 4 Neuroblastoma”
2020 - Just about 11 days from today we heard “I’m sorry her treatment is not working. We have one option left”.
This time of year has so many things to battle in the mind. Yes, we are almost 2 years past walking her to heaven. Yes, some days are easier and the pain more manageable. Yes, there are a few days we don’t cry silently.
But no, there is never one moment we forget. No matter what we are doing, my brain is trying to fit her into the picture. Where would she sit, how big would she be, would she have beautiful blond curls?
Would we be buying a flower girl dress for her? Would she have learned to read this year? Maybe learned to ride her bike without training wheels?
Then how could that be? She was so tiny that my brain can’t really believe it’s been 5 1/2 years since she was born.
This is the face of grief and child loss.
Blessings sweet friends…
︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵ ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★ I still believe in Millie’s Miracle ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ Hebrews 11:1 ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ︵‿︵‿୨☆୧‿︵‿︵