It’s your second birthday in heaven. We miss you. There seems to be no way around it, no getting done missing you. There are days I think it should be better, that missing you shouldn’t hurt so badly but then I think that would mean your life here wouldn’t have mattered and that’s not true. You were important; your life did impact people. There was a reason for your short life here on earth, even though I think it was too short.
I wonder- what would you look like? Would you have started putting your hair up and wearing a veil? I tend to think you would have because you had already started asking questions about it. How tall would you be by now? What kinds of goodies would you have learned to cook and bake? What would you be studying in school? The other month at co-op, I saw your friends, sitting there singing so beautifully, so young and pretty, so alive. And it was like a hard kick in my gut, that’s were you should be sitting singing too. But you’re not, instead you’re in heaven, so young and pretty, so alive. It hurt to not see you with your friends. I cried. I wondered if they miss you, if they remember you, your smile but their life does go on even though at times it feels as though my life has stopped. That is one fear I have that people will forget you lived, forget your smiling face.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hM98oFIrwQA
We again went shopping and filled a shoe box of goodies to ship to another young girl. We decided since we can’t buy you birthday and Christmas gifts we will buy for another young girl.
Not that it really eases the pain or makes it better. But even in our pain to somehow show some little girl somewhere that God does love and care about her and us.
I would like to thank you for your prayers and to ask you to continue remembering us in prayer over the next couple of weeks. The holidays are an especially difficult time for us. Missing Jennie and what could have been.
