Little one… your mama and I miss you incredibly. It’s been one year and three days. We are one year further away from you in time. I miss your little hands, little feet, and your warm smile. The weeks leading up to the anniversary were scary. I didn’t know what it would be like. Would I weep all day? Or brood? Or have no energy at all?
As the weeks drew down and the anniversary loomed, my heart felt weak. Not as weak as it did right after your death. A fraction of that. I dreaded this anniversary. My thoughts kept going to your last weeks. The strokes and your downturn, the pain and grief. The complex and confusing thoughts about how we prayed so hard for your healing and that God chose not to answer those prayers. Rather, he had mercy on you and your condition. He took you to be with him.
Some good friends of ours have been walking with us through this journey of grief and healing. On the evening of the anniversary, they cared for your mama and papa. They listened to us tell your stories. They watched your videos. They loved us and comforted us. God has blessed us. The anniversary turned out to be a day of blessing and love. A day where I remembered the good times, and how blessed we were to have you. It was a day of thankfulness.
Now, we await the arrival of your sister. You have inspired us in so many ways. And one of those ways is to be the best parents we can to your little sister. She will see your pictures, and watch your videos, and hear your stories. Your soul is in heaven, and your memory and legacy will continue on here on earth.
We love you EmyG.
Baby Menon 