What if I could have just one more day with my mom before Alzheimer's? If I could have just one more day, I would look through family pictures with her instead of telling her she was making a mess. If I could have just one more day, I would tell her how in love I was with a boy named Reid. If I could have just one more day, I would tell her that she is the reason I love Christ. If I could have just one more day, I would help more around the house. If I could have just one more day, I would ask if she felt a void in her life before we got Toby. If I could have just one more day, I would thank her for loving me even when I talked back. If I could have just one more day, I would make sure she wasn't the one filming all our home videos. If I could have just one more day, I would tell her how beautiful she is. If I could have just one more day, I would ask her to write a diary of her thoughts on life. If I could have just one more day, I would listen to her advice instead of rolling my eyes. If I could have just one more day, I would ask her what her favorite childhood memory was. If I could have just one more day, I would make sure that she gave a little more to herself and less to me. If I could have just one more day, I would teach her how to make homemade lasagna. If I could have just one more day, I would ask what family name she would want me to pass onto my child someday. If I could have just one more day, I would ask what she fears most. If I could have just one more day, I would share my joy of marriage. If I could have just one more day, I would ask her to tell me more stories of my Papa. If I could have just one more day, I would thank her for praying for my future husband. If I could have just one more day...
At 2:00 am this morning, our sweet Mary Grace was welcomed to Heaven. We found out this afternoon that she had a large brain hemorrhage. Reid and I spent three precious hours holding our daughter tonight. The nurses wrapped a pink bow around her little head and we swaddled her in a soft pink elephant blanket. During those hours, we told Mary Grace how proud we were of her fight, how she fulfilled our dreams of one day having a daughter to call "Gracie," and we even took a little nap, snuggled together as a family. If we told her we loved her once, we told her a thousand times. We prayed over her and gave her back to the Lord. We miss her more than words can say. I feel like we were punched in the stomach today and left with the wind knocked out of our lungs. Its so hard to understand "why?" in all of this. Tonight when we left the hospital, Reid turned on this song by David Crowder Band and we listened to it on repeat the whole way home. Its the exact state of our...
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