
Did you know, I woke with her that day? Sleepy, quiet, morning hush. Messy hair and making plans and cartoons on tv.
And did you know, we played together? We laughed and we teased and we talked over our favorite toys.
And something else, I adored her that day. I held her and I hugged her and I told her I loved her.
And she loved me back.
But did you know, I raised my voice? She was three and I was tired and my forever days will regret that I didn’t just take a deeper breath.
Did I tell you too that I knew? That I found her and my heart stopped and my World shattered and instantly, I knew. Her Daddy held her and I knew. It will be okay, she will make it through but oh, no. I knew and I knew and I knew.
Did you know that reporters filled our garden while grief filled our souls and someone sent roses from Texas? That I lay on the floor and I sobbed to my core and I begged her Daddy to fix it?
Did I mention that I hate Halloween and I can’t bear the smell of Easter lilies and that Saturday afternoons still don’t feel right. That I don’t like the news and I can’t eat cashews and that I can never walk to the car without fear. I still have her dirty clothes, I still can’t watch her videos and three years, four months and an eternity further on..I still don’t understand.
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Oh, The Missing. Not unexpected, for it hovers in the before. A vague sense, a hazey blanket that wraps around while memories and wishing increasingly interrupt the present. And then, there it is. Stealing the breath from my lungs, it is. In front of the beauty and the excitement and the gratitude, The Missing sits. Today, I cannot stop my thoughts from floating to her face and her laugh and the pain in my heart.
Ava, in every part of the World, and all the corners of my soul, I miss you.