April Fools.
The nurses were nice enough to unhook her...nice enough to move out most furniture so that all family and friends could stand and bare witness to her passing.
I've never experienced so much magic as that night.
She took
1
2
3
breaths and she left this world... only to meet, I'm sure, Her Creator in a heavenly bliss and a chorus of angels singing her in.
And at that moment I wanted to go with her.
8 years later, I enjoy talking about her.
I enjoy believing in the notion that somehow The Creator chose me...to care for an Angel...
a bit of a foreign exchange student of the Celestial High.
She truly saved all aspects of me.
She truly opened my eyes to the aspects of others.
She made my heart expand & beam.
Dear Audrey,
It's mama... I feel you all around me. You are home and I am grateful. What I wouldn't give for one more lullaby. What I wouldn't give to make you smile again.
What I wouldn't give to feel your precious body against mine.. as I breathed all my wishes, hopes, my despairs, my tears into that perfectly crooked little ear.
My Hewdie Dewdie.
Mama Loves you...
Growing through grief is torture. Yet I for one am thankful.
