Saturday, June 25, 2005

Four Months In Heaven

I'll say it loud here by your grave,

Those angels can't ever take my place,

Somewhere the orchids grow.

I can't find those church bells that played when you died,

Played Gloria, talkin' bout Hosanna

Don't judge me so harsh little girl...

Tori Amos (Playboy Mommy)

It seems like I'm always coming across a song or something that makes me think of Sarah. I don't know that I'll ever have another day where I don't think of her and miss her. I'd say that it's amazing how far I've come in four months, but every time I start thinking that way I have some kind of a setback and the pain comes back, that weight on my chest that's not just emotional but physical.

I love her so much. And I still feel as if there's a hole in the family where she is supposed to be. My third little girl.

Mommy misses you, Sarah. Pray for us.


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