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My dearest Skyran,

Where do I begin? How I even think about writing you a farewell, when I still can’t even seem to grasp the fact that you’re gone? How am I supposed to say goodbye to the one thing that brought meaning into my life? The first time the doctor laid you in my arms, I felt a love that I couldn’t possibly describe. From the beginning of your life, I never knew I could have a love that was so strong. You changed me forever. Over the years people have complimented me on being a good mother, but I could never even think of taking the credit for that. Afterall, you were often the one teaching me things about life that I never even knew existed. You taught me to love, you taugh me how to forgive, you taught me honesty, and you taught me how to be strong when times got hard. You gave me the strength to go on when I was weak….but mostly, you taught me how to live. I remember how you used to cry because you were scared and after your dad would leave, I would run to you and hold you in my arms until you fell asleep. I never did enough for you, I know I could have done more. Why did you have to go? Why couldn’t it have been me instead? When we were driving home from the funeral home the other day, it all seemed so odd to me. All around me, things were going on as normal. Everyone was going on with their lives. For them, life goes on, but for me, it seems like it has just stopped. I felt like my whole world came crashing down when I found you. When I picked you up from your bed and just rocked you and rocked you like you were falling asleep. But you and God had it all planned out didn’t you? He let me borrow you for awhile so that you could teach me all these things and give a meaning to life. Then he waited until you taught me all these things. He waited until you picked the day you let the angels take you home. I feel as if I can’t take the pain anymore. But then I think, how can I be sad when I know you’re better now and in a better place? How can I be sad when you were the one thing that brought me happiness? How can I be sad when I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have been chosen to be your mother? I will thank God every day for my little miracle, and the time we shared together.

Love Always, Mom