Yesterday marked five months since the day our dear, sweet, beautiful baby girl, Sheryl Pope , left this earthly life. That is 22 weeks. Its 154 days. Honestly, I do not know how her father and I have gotten through this time, other than to say it has truly been were getting by with a little help from our friends, our families, and even total strangers. And for all of those people, we are humbly grateful. I cannot begin to name names for fear of leaving someone out. Assume that if you are reading this, you are one of those people. Even if you havent reached out to us, remembering Sheryl is whats important. Please keep remembering her. Remember her for the compassionate, vibrant, funny, loving, person she was. No matter how painful losing Sheryl has been and continues to be, we would not trade our 24 years, five months, and 15 days we had with her. We would never want to have not had her in our lives just so we could avoid the pain we feel every minute of every day since July 23. We are eternally grateful to have had the privilege of having had Sheryl in our lives, bragging about what a wonderful daughter, granddaughter, niece, cousin, and friend Sheryl was to everyone with whom she came in contact. And with her death, we still brag about what a great person she was. Sometimes I find Im really angry, other times Im just quiet; sometimes Im simply going through the motions of this life, pretending to be okay, whatever okay is any more. Sometimes it really annoys me that people can celebrate the holidays, laugh with their families and friends, as if nothing has happened. What do you mean you never knew her, dont know me, dont know anything about us? I want to shout from rooftop, asking people how its possible you didnt know her. How can you not feel this intense pain that has permeated every facet of our being? How can you not know how much we miss our baby, how hard we cry, how much pain were in? It cannot be possible that youve not heard our cries in the night. You didnt FEEL our pain? And then I remember, as much as Sheryl was our universe, she wasnt famous except to us and those who loved her. And then I remember that we are not alone I this. Our friends and families have truly been with us on this journey no parent should ever have to travel. And I remember that our friends and families treat us the way Sheryl treated her friends and family. Lovingly, patiently, beautifully, and with grace and character, Sheryl enjoyed her life and did all she could to help other people enjoy their lives. She was truly a godsend to all who knew her. Hug your kids on this Christmas Eve, say a prayer, wrap your arms around those you hold dear and let them know how grateful you are they are in your life. Appreciate what you have, just as we are appreciative of what we had. And the memories we have we would never trade. Sheryl dearly loved Christmas Eve. Sheryl and I used to set up the luminaries in front of her grandmothers house (yes, were Jewish, but we all agree the luminaries are beautiful). I just couldnt do it this year and I felt bad about disappointing my mom and aunt. And then it started to rain...Im sure that was Sheryls doing, making sure I didnt need to feel bad for not doing it since the rain would keep them from staying lit anyhow. Thank you, Baby Girl! Mommy and Daddy love you more than words can say...always have, always will. We miss you more than most people will ever know. Good night, Baby Girl! We love you!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 23:09:33 +0000
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