Tuesday, January 3, 2012
I think about Lily as I drive down the street and see the park where she played. I think about Lily when we go to Target and Tatiana begs to look at the shoes just one more time. I think about Lily when I go to church and see a little girl wearing the same Christmas dress I bought for her just a month before she died. I think about Lily every time I wake up and see her picture hanging on the wall, constantly taunting me because it will never change. I think about her every time I come to the intersection of Foothills and Hwy 92 and see Hatfield's - the mortuary where we picked out her casket. The director suggested a cradle, but I refused. Lily insisted on a bed instead of a crib the last time she was in the hospital because she told me that she was a big girl.
I think about Lily when I hear people talking of forever families and in my heart I listen for that small voice to whisper that it's true. That she is mine forever and I will see her again.