Seven Months
Sorry I haven't posted since the 6 month update.
Seven months..wow. More than half a year has gone by now. Sometimes I can't even believe that this happened to me in the first place. It was something that I only read about happening to other people. It still seems surreal. No one talks about Faith anymore except us. Even when we bring her up, no one talks about her. It doesn't make me as angry as it used to because I've just come to accept the fact that we are her parents and though other people may forget about her, we never will. I will think about her until the day I die.
All this is not to say that her life was in vain. No way. She taught me so many things in her short life and I believe she was sent to me in order for me to learn those lessons. Yeah, sometimes I do get upset that it seems like everyone else gets to have healthy, living children, even crappy parents or people who have 17 and never lost one. I won't deny that the cheated feeling gets me. And that's something I'm working on. I ask God why those people get to keep their children and why I had to lose mine, and I got an answer: Because these are your lessons to learn, not theirs. Okay. I don't like it, but I can accept that.
If nothing else, I would want Faith to know these things: She was loved. She was wanted. She will not be forgotten.
Seven months..wow. More than half a year has gone by now. Sometimes I can't even believe that this happened to me in the first place. It was something that I only read about happening to other people. It still seems surreal. No one talks about Faith anymore except us. Even when we bring her up, no one talks about her. It doesn't make me as angry as it used to because I've just come to accept the fact that we are her parents and though other people may forget about her, we never will. I will think about her until the day I die.
All this is not to say that her life was in vain. No way. She taught me so many things in her short life and I believe she was sent to me in order for me to learn those lessons. Yeah, sometimes I do get upset that it seems like everyone else gets to have healthy, living children, even crappy parents or people who have 17 and never lost one. I won't deny that the cheated feeling gets me. And that's something I'm working on. I ask God why those people get to keep their children and why I had to lose mine, and I got an answer: Because these are your lessons to learn, not theirs. Okay. I don't like it, but I can accept that.
If nothing else, I would want Faith to know these things: She was loved. She was wanted. She will not be forgotten.