Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Today is the four month marker of the day Holland died: October 22, 2011. It is strange because it seems like it just happened, and yet it feels like forever ago that I held my baby in my arms. That was probably the hardest day of my life, and yet I would relive it over and over again if it meant I could hold and feel my little girl again. I would in a heartbeat.
Nick, Briz, and I miss our little Hoo.
She has officially been dead twice as long as she was alive already, and yet she has taught me more than any other person ever has. I know that my life will never be complete without her alive: things would always be better if she were here. But I am very grateful for the lessons I have learned and how I have grown from this experience.
P.S. This picture is of Holland about a week before she died. And even though it's not great quality, it's one of my favorites because it looks like her: chubby cheeks, big eyes, and very content with life. She was singing along in this picture to Florence and the Machine (she also had excellent taste in music :) ) post bath.