Her first birthday, we should be celebrating and having cake, but instead we will be mourning our loss yet again, slipping back into that same dark place that I never wanted to return to. This past week, all I want to do is sit and cry, it seems like the only logical thing. The emotions, they all came back, the confusion, anger, sadness, emptiness, wanting to sleep all the time because this pain is too much.
I should be putting Addison in dresses, pigtails, bows, doing photo shoots and loving on my little sister. But instead I'm horribly sadden by the fact that I was so close to having a little sister and she was taken from me. Like a child, being given candy, being so close to grabbing it and then it being pulled back and taken away. I still don't understand, I'm still angry, I know God is sovereign, I know he has a reason for everything, but it doesn't help the fact that all I have ever wanted in life is a little sister, ever since I could remember. Every time mom was pregnant I would pray "Please let it be a girl!" the one time it happens it's taken away. Why? I really wish I knew why, but I don't think I ever will. Needless to say I feel like I'm right back at square one. I've slipped right back and it hurts. A pain indescribable. I just want this girl back...
I never wanted to put her down...I just wish I could hold her once more.
Alyssa.