This past Saturday was the second anniversary of my first daughter’s stillbirth. And the day before Thanksgiving was when my second daughter, who passed away in August, was due. I wanted to take a moment, on this blog, to remember both of them.
I don’t have a lot of memories of my daughters. I don’t know what their cries or laughter sound like. I don’t even know what color their eyes were. But I do have a few memories that I would like to share in honor of them.
My second daughter loved to dance. Anytime I was in the car, listening to the radio on full blast (like I always do when I’m alone), I could feel my daughter kick and jump. She especially liked the beats of Meghan Trainor for some reason. My first daughter was also energetic, but she was smaller so I didn’t feel her kicks as strongly. However, I definitely felt her move around a few times.
Both of my daughters were shy when it came time for the ultrasounds. They both would put their hands in front of their faces whenever it was time for their close-ups. It was both frustrating and freaking adorable.
Both of my daughters are very much loved by me and my family. Their short lives on this earth have inspired me to live my own life to help others who experience loss, too. And I know that they have brought my family closer, reminding each of us what is most important.
I may not know much about my daughters. But I know that they are safe and loved where they are. I take comfort in that and I have hope that one day we will be reunited again.
You’ve been in my thiughts this weekend and I’m sending my love today. You are a remarkable women, and I loved reading your memories of your sweet girls.
We also love your daughters. They are very real and we looked forward to seeing their sweet faces.