Today, the day before your ‘angelversary’ we got a note in your little brother’s preschool folder. Thursday, they are inviting all the little ones to come to school in their pajamas to raise awareness for childhood cancer.
You may be in Heaven, sweet angel, but you’re still here.
Tomorrow, it will be two years since you went to Heaven. Two years since I heard you laugh. Two years since I held you tight. Two years since I whispered, “I’m so happy to see you today,” into your perfect little ear.
But not one day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you, smelled you, heard you, and felt you with every ounce of my soul. Because, sweet angel, you’re still here.
Today, I reminded myself how well I am doing. A year ago, I could not make myself get out of bed just thinking, remembering, hating, the day I lost you. But today, sweet angel, I know you’re still here.
You’re still here. I may not be able to hug you, or kiss you goodnight. But I get you in my dreams, and in my memories, and in every beautiful sunrise and every rainbow. I get you, because you’re still here.