Last year at this time I had two little girls. I still have two little girls but only one is alive now. Last Thanksgiving, Megan was sick. It was the sickness that started the season of never ending sickness for her. She was 14 months old. She wasn't walking, she was cruising lots though. Even though I no longer remember, I'm sure she enjoyed it. I'm sure she had pumpkin pie and turkey dinner. She was a good eater. As hard as I try I cannot remember that day other than her being sick. She had a horrid sinus infection. Its all I remember and I want to remember more. Its not enough.
When I think of the pain and the sadness that I am in now, would it be better to have never known her? If I had the choice to choose whether or not she was mine, If I could have chosen if this pain was worth having; worth knowing and loving her. Yes I would, some days it would be easier to not have to live with the sadness, but to have never known her would be worse. All the sadness and the tears in the world aren't enough. She brought so much joy to this world, so much happiness because we knew her. She was always happy to give away kisses and hugs, she loved playing with her sister and trixie. She brought me to a different level, I learned so much in the short time with her, about myself and patience.
I struggle every day without her and there have been days where I want to rip every single picture i have of her up around the house, because that anger is so strong. Why did she let go, why did she leave me? I would have fought for her. I didn't know a battle was brewing. I didn't know it would end so quick. I didn't know a nap time would last an eternity. I didn't know.
Losing a child is one of the worst things anyone will ever go through in their lives. I am still reeling from the pain and loss and I don't see and end in sight. I see her toothy little smile and I hope I never forget how soft her baby fine hair was against my cheek. I Hope I never forget how happy she made me, how hard she giggled when you tossed her in the air. I hope I never forget that little hyena laugh she had and how it felt to have her on my chest, breathing, snuggling in my arms.
I am thankful that I knew her, I am thankful for the pain because pain is not forgetting. I am thankful I was able to share her with so many, that we were home with family for her entire life. The army moves you around so much that there was a big chance we could have been elsewhere and her love and happiness would not have been shared or known. I am thankful that I got to see Emily have a sibling if only for a short while. I am thankful that they loved each other so much.
Yet, I am angry and that is to be expected. I miss her. I miss the person I was then and I hope I can find that person again but I will never be whole.