"Losing a child is like being covered with a heavy cloud of sorrow. No matter how much the sun shines, the cloud remains in place, and so we are left with the task of working very hard to find holes in the cloud that will allow the sunshine to peek in. If only others understood how heavy this cloud feels every day! The sorrow from child loss isn't something that goes away in a few days !"
Fact of it is , my children are the most cherished part of my life. Every handprint turkey, ever school picture. Everything they have ever made me in school , and at home are cherished items they have given me. Those memories are tucked aside in a tote for safe keeping in my closet , to be brought out another day for a glimpse into the past.
In my living room I have a curio cabinet. It is probably the most treasured item I own besides the artwork and her clothes. It has Casey's urn , her beautiful musical bears , a memory box full of stories about Casey that her friends at Johnston High School gave me at their memorial service they had for her after her services here at home , since many of them could not make the two hour drive yet.
It also has our angel we were given by the Iowa Donor Network after she died. She wanted to help someone else after her passing (which did not surprise me, she always tried helping others) so we donated her eyes for medical research.
Her high school diploma also sits there. She was so sick she could barely open her eyes when they graduated her out there at Blank Childrens hospital and yet she knew she did it. I am as proud of her today , as I was at that moment in the hospital. She worked hard and earned her diploma.
Maybe my most treasured items after all are all the memories ..
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