By all means, untag this if it is too much for you, I would understand. I would like to thank everyone who abandoned me during my mourning process. Because I was too painful. You told me that I was angry, you told me that I was bitter. And you were right. My daughter died. I was angry, I was bitter, but mostly I felt just so very, alone. She was literally all that I had in this world. Or so I felt. She was the only thing on this planet that I could wake up, to be happy for. Or so I felt. This world wasnt ready for such a happy, good natured baby. But I think, that maybe if there is a Heaven, or maybe if our energy transfers into other living creatures once our shells dont need it...that she is with me in my happiest moments. She would have pigtails with massive pink bows, and her nose looks even more like her Daddys, Justin Burgess, I think she would have her hysterical aunts laugh, Melody Hartt, and would smirk at things she maybe shouldnt giggle at like her uncle Matthew Hartt. I think she would get her favorite color (purple) from her very loving grandmother, Lisa Cote, and I think she would be a huge Red Sox fan, and watch the game with her grandfather, Ronald Cote. Probably, I think, her aunt Skye Whitney would be the first to take her to AC Moore and purchase a set of the finest glitter glue pens, and sneak you Sweet Frog. I think she would spoil her sweet because she loved her so deeply. Because she is my sister. And thats what sisters do. I think one of her other grandmothers (for she would have many), Suzanne Hartt would help to teach her how to keep her life in order, maybe a little chaotic order, but beautiful chaotic order, with splashes of cobalt blue, cool, calm, blue. Her other grandfather, Wayne Hartt, would teach her unfaltering fate in the hereafter. Good, solid, faith. I think she would have an expanded mind. That would be thanks to my incredibly intelligent and political polar opposite father, Douglas Moore, whom Scarlet got her eyes and ears from. I think her great aunts, Alivia Moore, and Bianca Moore, would teach her how to heap the kindness on. I think they would teach her such great compassion, that she could not even injure insects that bit her. I think that her aunt Alysa Bushey would be preparing plans for her wedding, probably in powder blue, and I think she would bring you back a beautiful little piece of knick knack art, from every place she travels in life. I think that Billie-Jean Grotton-Niedorowski, Karen Gilgan, and Johnny would have taught her to be a self-advocate, a strong, independent human being, who cares deeply for others. And I would like to thank everyone who met me afterwards. Who didnt know my daughter. Or Julie before Scarlets death. Who stuck beside me during my most bitter, terrible stages of mourning. The bitter, hateful, destructive parts. And still loved me. Bert Conley, Shaniqua Loveless, Randy Stone, especially. Bethany Ann, especially. Im on my way up. It gets better every day. Easier. Happier. Thank God. Literally.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 13:03:28 +0000
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