The above picture was taken on February 3rd, almost one month to the day she passed away. It is just one of the many times Callie would join in on whatever Gracie was doing. Callie decided to lay down on Gracie's blanket with her and cover them up with another comfy blanket. Oh how I will miss those days............ Surprisingly, Callie has been the one who has vocalized her missing Gracie the most. I think that comes from being home with Gracie and I every day except when she was at preschool. I don't think I realized how much she bonded with her during that time. This is a little bit of a conversation we had the other day:
Callie said, "I wish I could be in heaven with Gracie. But you're kind of getting old huh mom? She wasn't supposed to die because she was a baby. She was supposed to die when she was a grandma. Because your hair is a little bit gray huh mom? But if it was all gray, you would be a grandma." (Apparently it is time to color my hair!!)
Sweet Taylor. This is the 'Gracie Shrine' that is on the floor in his room. My little 'middle child' has a tender heart. He's a collector kind of kid and has been asking to keep different gifts, plants and pictures that we have received. He just keeps adding to his collection and as you can see, he arranges it just perfectly! So cute. I love that I will have this blog (and printed book version) to show my kids every detail of what happened, what they did and how they felt. I think it will be something they will treasure for years to come.
I wanted to let you all know that I have received your emails and read the comments on my blog and although I don't have time to reply to all of you, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I save every email and will print them into a book someday. Your thoughts, prayers, and words of encouragement have been uplifting and make me feel like Gracie will not be forgotten. I appreciate the cute little notes and gifts on Gracie's grave. I appreciate all of you for realizing that our pain is not over and will take a long time to heal. Sometimes I think it gets worse with time. There is so much going on in the first few weeks with planning the funeral and visiting with friends and family in the days/weeks afterwards. When the dust settles, it can become lonely and a lot harder.
And every day is one day farther away from the last day you spent with your baby. That's the hardest part about time passing you by.
I read a quote off another mom's blog about grieving and thought it was very appropriate. It said:
"Bereaved people are like ducks above the surface.....looking composed and unruffled, below the surface.......paddling like crazy." --unknown
So very true.





















