We are rapidly approaching the time when it will have been three long years since our precious Miss Elliott passed away. A scant four months later and then we will forever enter into that tragic time period that we will live in for the rest of our lives; the one in which she will have been gone longer than she ever was here.
I worry about that time. I worry about her memory. To so many people that I meet she is now only a story, and idea, if even a remembrance, but not a living person known unto them. She is alive in my heart and soul. She is imprinted onto my being. I vow to spend the rest of my days spreading her message in her stead about the beauty, value, and importance of every life, no matter how short, no matter how small.
“Serenely I could while away the hours. Stay in contentedness with her forever, just staring at her beauty, stroking her face, holding her head and massaging her hands and feet. This was our life, the one we share. It didn’t look exceptionally pretty to others. It was expensive, but not fancy, cumbersome, and not at all convenient, imposing and difficult. No one coveted it. I kept it close, as close as I could, for as long as I could. No matter how unattractive this life was to others, it was mine and it was my most prized possession.”
-excerpt from Three Short Years: Life Lessons in the Death of my Child
It’s been just over a year since I published Miss Elliott’s book. I sincerely hope that everyone who reads it takes her message to heart and learns some of the many lessons she bestowed on us with her presence while she was here. She taught me so much about life itself. I am eternally grateful to have had the opportunity to be her mother.
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