Rolling Water

I’ve been avoiding this task.

By now you’ve probably guessed that not everything went as we had hoped with the birth of our little one. We named her Elisha Noelle. She was here just two days.

We had no warning, no time to prepare for her passing. We went to the hospital expecting to come home with a little baby girl. We came home with only brief memories. Nowhere near enough. We were planning to fill a nursery. Instead, we planned a funeral.

I’ve spent the last 14 months in silent grief. I had lost my Dad suddenly, only a year previously, and now my baby daughter. It left me lifeless and dull. I’ve wondered since then if I would ever know happiness again.

But time has a way of working things out. Rough edges get worn off.

I’m starting to see light again. I’m glad for the sun this week.

In the past, I had always loved winter. I think I’ve had enough of it for a while.