My
baby girl died today.
My
heart hurts and my arms literally ache with the need to touch her sweet face
again, kiss her soft cheeks, and run my hands through her curly red hair.
I
miss her desperately.
I
know her spirit is all around, but I want it in that precious beautiful body
that I long to hold again. I wanted to
scream at the morticians DO NOT TAKE HER FROM ME! PLEASE DON’T TAKE HER AWAY! Why can’t she just stay in her bed so I can
see her whenever I want?
I
didn’t expect that reaction. And it’s
excruciating.
I
won’t see her smile or hear her laugh.
How
lucky I am to be this girl’s momma. To
be chosen just for her was an honor I didn’t take lightly. I brought a shining star to this earth.
Áine Clare Madigan
01/05/01 - 11/15/15
