Mackenzie Our Beautiful ^Angel^: A New Light

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

A New Light

Well baby girl, I know that you knew this before me and daddy but you are going to be a big sister. I know I told God he owed me double for what he has done to us with you but I will just be happy to take our baby home this time. I miss you so much and I do feel guilty about getting pregnant again. I found out on Friday night when we got home from dinner with Grandpa, we went out because we did not want to sit at home and cry that our lives have continued for the past 6 months without. That for me is one of the hardest facts to face. I want to hold, smell you, play with your little fingers and toes. We love you so much! We have not told anyone yet so help us to keep it a secret. You were our peanut and your little sister or brother is our little butterball since he / she will be born in November. This does not make me miss you any less and definatly does not fill any kind of void. That is for sure. But thank you for understanding and giving us the blessing to have another chance. You will always be our baby and you will always be missed every moment of every day. Love you little one!

Your mommy and daddy

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"Ask My Mom How She Is" (unknown) My Mom, she tells a lot of lies, She never did before But from now until she dies, She'll tell a whole lot more. Ask my Mom how she is And because she can't explain, She will tell a little lie because she can't describe the pain. Ask my Mom how she is, She'll say"I'm alright." If that's the truth, then tell me, why does she cry each night ? Ask my Mom how she is She seems to cope so well, She didn't have a choice you see, Nor the strength to yell. Ask my Mom how she is, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping." For God's sake Mom, just tell the truth, Just say your heart is broken She'll love me all her life I loved her all of mine. But if you ask her how she is, She'll lie and say she's fine. I am here in Heaven I cannot hug from here. If she lies to you don't listen Hug her and hold her near. On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold. I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mom, With all the lies you told!"

My dad is a survivor too which is no surprise to me. He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea. But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down. I wipe the tears he hides from others; He cries when no one's around. I watch him sit up late at night with my picture in his hand. He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand. My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all! But, there are times when he needs to cry... Please be there when he falls. Hold his hand or pat his shoulder... And tell him it's okay. Be his strength when he's sad, Help him mourn in his own way. Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heavens up above... I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love.