Stories of Lost Children
Christie - 22 Year Old College Student
by Mary, West Branch, MI, U.S.A.
My dearest Christie: It's been three weeks since we lost you and my heart is breaking and I don't know how to begin to pick up the crumbling pieces. You were my world and I am so very, very proud of you my ChooChee Girl, my Princess, my hero, my friend. You worked so hard in college and were 7 short weeks from walking across that stage and accepting your diploma in a double major of psychology/sociology with an art minor. You took school so importantly and always strived to do your best, with always being on the dean's list. You worked hard and played as equally hard. When you walked in to a room people were immediatly drawn to your beauty, your outgoing personality and that engaging sense of humor. Oh how I miss your laugh, our hours of phone converstaion every day, our constant e-mails, and that smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. Once you made a friend you nurtured the relationship through the years and always let that person know how important they always were in your life. And your family - you were my best friend, Aaron's (20 year old brother)best friend and you and Ed had developed such a deep bond that he became your Dad in every sense of the word. Every time the two of you would end a conversation with "I love you" my heart would overflow with such joy. Your life goal to be a child psychologist was a perfect fit - any child that would have been blessed to work with you would have become stronger person because of you. When you learned you were pregnant I watched you blossom into motherhood without a glitch. You did everything perfect, from reading everything you could get your hands on, tracking the babys week by week growth, going to all your doctor appointments, watching everything you ate, keeping track of all your proteins/nutrients (being a vegetarin), picking out names (Paige Madison). I'm so glad Paige was named. When you died that Saturday afternoon on your way home from your Chemistry class in that wicked snowstorm that blew in from who knows where - you knew Paige and she had a name and we were all talking to her and telling her now much she was loved at 21 weeks. Oh Honey, I don't know how to get through this. I love you so much and the depths of sadness and anger for you and Paige being stripped from us are engulfing. I feel paralyzed to move forward. I don't know who I am anymore. As I'm writing this "Hero" just came on the radio - you truly were my hero and will always be my hero. My dear sweet girl I love you more than the breath that I take. Please watch over us and guide us on this horrific journey that lies ahead. Comfort Aaron, Ed, Danny (Fiancee), me and all others that loved you so deeply. We need to stay together and be there for each other, that is the only way we will make it. I love you my angel - I keep remembering those words and smile as you came through the door Saturday morning on your way to class with a "Hi Mommy" and that smile. You will be the first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. Forever, I will love you Honey. Love, Mom and Grandma to my darling Paige. I miss you my girls...
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