She interrupted my bedtime tale to ask if we could call her.
I wish we could call her sweetie, I whispered, my voice holding quiet, strong.
These conversations becoming as much a part of our day as haphazard art projects and tumbling forts.
But we can call her Mommy because it’s nighttime.
We can find the shiniest star and tell her to come home.
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Every time I come back to this one, it takes my breath away and makes me miss her with a fierceness.
Amazingly beautiful. She is wise beyond her years.
Oh my heart and all of yours. xoxo
Breaking my heart, and yours I know…even more…
Oh my goodness. I’m so touched by this. And by your incredible strength!!! xoxo
This is beautiful. I know everybody already said that, but I had to agree. Thank you.
Just beautiful. Does it hit you like a ton of bricks still when your kids ask questions like this, or bring her up? I know that my kids are always asking things out of nowhere (it seems to me, anyway) and I’m never prepared for it.
This is so touching – every word. And that photo is perfect.
No matter how much I prepare myself, your pieces still emotionally overwhelm me… in a good way. I’m careful, though, to time my stops here because I just get so weepy. Just lovely, Jessica.
Sorry it my blog is such an emotional place to stop but thank you so much for visiting.
Oh, I love your passion and emotion that goes into your posts! You just have a way of tugging on my heartstrings! Don’t stop… I love reading your blog.
This was absolutely beautiful.
No words.
Just love.
…and I am reminded again, that death does NOT end a relationship. It is the children that sometimes remind us. My heart goes out to you and yours. I am sorry for your loss. ~Wendy
That so much pain can create a beautiful post like this continues to amaze me.
I just got chills and my heart broke into a million pieces.
I can’t imagine how it felt for you.
♥
Mommy is our love, mommy is our heart and mommy is our life. I want to love my mommy in my whole life.
Tears. Streaming down my face.
So lovely and so wise.
Holding all of you in my heart. xo
Thanks so much Kristen, sending kleenex.
Maybe all our shiny stars are playing together . . . I find myself having more and more of these conversations. It is so hard to come up with answers when I myself do no understand. xoxo
I hope they are playing together. It must be the age, mine ask so often now, especially McKenna and it is so hard to answer. Because, like you said, we don’t understand it either. xo
oh my word this is so beautiful.
I can’t imagine the type of friend McKenna will be, with her heart so full of love and empathy. But I am so sorry for all of you that it’s not so easy to just ask her sister to come home. I will think of M & H both now when we look at the stars.
Oh sweet McKenna. You’re right! She is up there listening to you and watching you!
This takes my breath away, Jessica.
Very sweet. And believe me, I don’t say that much!
m.
My heart is broken at the sweetness and sorrow in that comment and photo. {hugs}
I love the balloon picture. It reminds me what we do on my mom’s birthday. It’s probably not the most environmentally friendly thing, but we send balloons up to “heaven”. I think even at 5 Josh knows they aren’t really going to Heaven but he seems to get the symbology.
What you write, just…puts it all in perspective, Jessica.
Thank you.
Your blog really touched my heart .. like it a lot .. Thanks
I absolutely love this. That star shines bright in the sky.
Ohmyheart Jess, this is stunning. Their love (that you taught them) is stunning.
(my next shiny star words are for your H.)
xo
I would love that Galit. Thank you. xo
Can I be angry again for you all?
This is the most amazing and touching story of sisterly love, of course. You are raising a woman with a beautiful heart.
But damn it. She shouldn’t have to feel this way.
Nor should you.
You can. This year’s been tough for me and I think it’s because I see how much our loss affects my children, especially McKenna. She would be in her glory if she had a sister to do all the girls things with that she loves so much.