11 years
It’s almost Angel’s 11th birthday. Hard to believe it’s been this long! In some ways I still think of her as my baby, and then often I also think about what she’d be like now, what she would look like, how her personality would have developed and would she be like I was at that age.
Healing from her loss is a life long process, however I have more tools than I’ve ever had to stay present, grateful, and just positively move forward in my life, while I am here without her. It’s not always easy, however I continue to push myself to LIVE.
My mom and I are donating backpacks again this year — grade 6!
the list was very grown up once again, but the shocker on the list for me this year was deodorant! Angel would have been starting puberty potentially, and having crushes on boys. That was me in grade 6! 😊
It tugs at my heart to think of these important and missed milestones.
The pain of her loss is a reflection of my deep love for her.
Happy birthday my sweet girl. Sending you kisses in heaven.
