Sunday, February 13, 2011


Sweet baby Mikayla,

I went to your grave the other day and once again felt bad for not making your spot more festive looking (leave it to me to feel like that, huh :), so I got a few things to put up and as I was looking around I noticed how untouched every grave looked. I know it had just snowed a few days before, but still, I wanted to make your grave look like it's been visited, so I made a snow angel right over you and wrote love notes in the snow. :) I hope you like them.

We've spent many hours this past week thinking of and remembering you. We watched family videos of you, shared memories with each other, singing songs that remind us of you, visiting your grave, making us laugh and cry just about every day.

Grief is an interesting thing and feels a little complex sometimes. It's unexpected. I can be totally fine one minute, looking at pictures of you or talking about you, not feeling the slightest tendency to cry, when the next minute the smallest thing sets me off. That's happened quite a bit these past 2 weeks. I can't control it, so I just let myself. Like my counselor said, "be patient with yourself and allow yourself to feel whatever you feel at the moment. If you're angry, be angry, if you're sad, be sad, if you're happy be happy." For a few days my sadness turned into anxiety, having fear of losing more loved ones, your daddy and Faith in particular, and that anxiety turned into anger, once again. Feeling like you have no control over something just frustrates me to the max.

Mikkie, I've come to see something. It dawned on me when I heard my counselor say a while ago, " People used to offer up their animals as sacrifice. What God wants from us now as a sacrifice is a broken heart and contrite spirit. He wants us to give up our pride and be humble. After realizing that, which probably seems like a no-brainer to others, I knew that all these fears, worries, anxieties, frustrations I had and the pride that came with it, I needed to let go of. My sacrifice to God was humbling myself before Him, coming unto Him with a broken heart and letting Him take away my pride. It's not an easy thing to do (although I sure do feel better after) and it's not just a one time thing. I wish I could learn my lesson after one time. Us humans make mistakes over and over and over again. The important thing is that we repent and continue to turn to Him.

Daddy mentioned something to me that once again is not anything new, but it's like a light bulb turned on and in this new light we could see more clearly. God does not take away our trials, He doesn't remove the load off our backs, He strengthens us so they become light. So for me to pray for Him to just make this all stop and go away, I'm asking for the wrong thing and I'm missing the point. My trials have and are continually molding me into a better person.

I feel I've become emotionally messed-up, I can't predict when I'm going to burst into laughter, tears, anger or whatever else. It's quite the process.

I love you sweet, sweet angel baby!

Love me,



Cindy said...

Came across your blog, and this post in particular. First and foremost I am so sorry for your loss. We lost a granddaughter at birth almost a year ago. Grieving is hard, I cry a lot. You mentioned in your post how you felt bad about how you had not made Mikkie's spot more beautiful. Thought I would pass on what I have done. I put up a garden flag stand right next to the cement holding her grave marker, and I put up a flag each month for the holiday or season. March will be a birthday flag. I don't know if your cemetery allows such things, we are blessed that ours does. I can spot her resting spot the moment I drive into the cemetery. As time passes, I hope that this routine will help get me to the cemetery monthly even though I didn't get a chance to get to know this sweet spirit here on earth. God bless you through your journey. Cindy