what do I write…what do I say… I never met her. I only knew of her. Heard about her. yet this same bloodline ran through her. She was a miracle from the start…she was determined to come and make her mark on this world and she did just that. At the age of only one, she spoke well. Communicated more like a 2yr old… She was beautiful. Will always be beautiful… Leukemia…two days ago she got tired… Fell into a deep slumber… Coma…. Today she decided she had enough of this bitter earth. She came and met her parents. Brought them joy unspeakable. Showed people what a miracle looked like. Fought that illness like a champ. Then this morning she allowed her spirit to walk away from the fight.
I lay here holding my own little miracle. Feeling her breathe as she sleeps in my arms. her head is pressed gently on my chest, the beat/rhythm of my heart soothing her. I don’t ask The Divine One “why?” I simply say “Thank you”.
So I’ll leave this here… More so for me… Because I never want to forget that I knew of her. That she lived and loved and was loved for 15months. Then she went back and got her wings.