I Will Always Remember

Dear Briana

Your daddy and sister are taking a bath and I was just dusting Avalyn's room. We have a poster hanging from her wall that your FuFu made with your pictures. I stopped dusting and quietly examined your beautiful face on the poster. I couldn't help but just think of how beautiful you are. Everything about you - your bright blue eyes, your smile, your silky hair. Your face...just breathtaking. I thought to myself, 'I can never forget the beauty...'. It's sometimes so hard to remember the beauty through all of the pain. When I look at your pictures, I can remember. So after admiring for a bit, I picked back up my cloth to continue dusting, and my eyes quickly scanned over Avalyn's shelf adorned with Willowtree figurines. My eyes locked in on the Remembrance angel and her tag that reads 'I Will Always Remember'. I said that over and over in my mind and in my heart. It is true. I will always remember, Briana. I will remember the good times we had and the joy you brought to your dad and I. I will always remember those months we had with you; the time I carried you in my belly, the time I carried you in my arms. I will always remember the sheer beauty of your face, how you felt against my skin, our bath times together. I will always remember your sweet smile and those times that smile erupted into a giggle.

I carry you in my heart alone now, but your presence is so strong there....I can never forget. I will always remember.

As always, with love
Mommy

Would You

I watch your sister and wonder
Would you?
Tears well up in my tired eyes
I try to stay strong, your sis looks on
Says, 'Mommy, up!'
Would you?
I wrap my aching arms around her
She points up, to my sadness
Says, 'Mommy, eyes'
Would you?
I can't fail, I break a smile
She looks on intently
And gladly lights up my day with her smile
Would you?


I was laying your sister down for her nap, pressing my face against her warm hair. I watched her as she fought to keep her eyes open, fighting the enemy called sleep. She would hate to miss anything. Finally, she gave up and dozed off. And I wondered would you had been the same? Such a feisty, energetic little thing...she is, your sister. My vocabulary when I think of you includes a lot of would of's, should of's and could of's. There's nothing worse than having to remember with so much remorse. Makes it hurt to remember.

Still I think about you all of the time. I wish somehow you knew. I love you somuch.

As always, Mommy

My Love

Dear Briana,

As Valentine's Day approaches, I can't help but think of you. I was at the store today picking out a card for your daddy and I saw some cards for Daughter's. Immediately I thought Avalyn is much too young for a card, but what should I do for her? I then thought of making some homemade healthy cookies for her, which had been a plan for a while, but I figured this would be a good time. I usually feed her some organic honey graham crackers, which she loves (they're not very good, she just doesn't know it yet), but I wanted to make something myself. I think I am going to make some oatmeal cookies. She really likes oatmeal. Maybe I'll add in some agave nectar or honey for sweetness, or even some apples or something. I know she'll love them however they turn out. Now with Avalyn tucked away asleep, I am thinking of you. How I wish I could send you a card to Heaven, or even some of Ava's cookies. I wish I could send something everyday, just to let you know I am constantly thinking of you. Instead I write these words to you, these sweet and short letters to remind myself I can never forget. Instead I often cry salty, painful tears and weep in shameful silence. Instead I watch Avalyn grow and wish it were you. There are no real letters to Heaven, no real balloons that drift there, no real way for oatmeal cookies to make it there. There is no real way for me to know that YOU KNOW I love you and am thinking of you. So I write, and cry, and write, and cry some more because it just makes me feel better I guess.

Forever still, I love you and early Happy Valentine's Day to my Valentine.

As always,
Mommy