April 17
I never feel alone. Not
ever. I don't feel lonely. I don't feel like I'm the only one to walk this
path. You, person reading this, you are with me. Even if you don't comment or
like things, I know you are there. Friends are with me. Close and distant.
Friends that Addison has given me the privilege of meeting, angel mommies and
daddies. My family is with me. I have never felt so close to many of them. My husband.
The man I promised to marry for eternity after only dating for two months. The
man who took pride in caring for me in the hospital. The man I had an angel
with. He is with me. And because all of you are with me, I know Addison is too.
She is here. You keep her here with me by holding her in your heart. Everyone
just keep holding on. Don't let her slip away. We can feel her more when we are
together. We can put the pieces of her together and she is there. I can always
feel her there. You can too if you want. She is there.
I never grow tired of
talking about Addy. I love to tell her story. I love to remember what it felt
like to have my baby to mother. Ask me. Please, still let me tell you about
her. I think you need to know her. And if I have already told you, ask again.
It takes quite a bit of energy to tell her whole story, so I don't do it more
than once a day. And if I can't tell it to you that day, just telling me you
want to know helps. I know you all want to help.
With love,
Addison's Mommy
33 likesLynn Butler Harder: Emily, you are so right. Though, I seldom post, I read your blog and think about you and Addison every day.
Joan Vernott: I find myself telling your story of your beautiful Addison several times a week, just tonight even. Those that know will NEVER forget.
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