Never was it ever supposed to be easy, or without heart ache.. However this time each year I open my heart a little more and more to all of you. Without edit, without filters. Crystal clear, shiny like a diamond, transparent so you can see me in my rawest form.
Friends, more than anyone, I know how hard it is to pop on to my social media accounts, reading bits of what my life was 11 years ago... Kneeling in the PICU, I knew I could never live a life where I didn't speak of my daughter.. We've met through various adventures on this path I am on, but this time, this season, is forever dedicated to the angel God so graciously blessed me with.
Through our daily lives, there is never an opportune time to discuss things that make our hearts weep, make us uncomfortable, when all we would rather do is turn the page, scroll a little faster through our timelines, or cover our eyes, because things hurt us. I get that more than you could ever imagine.. However this story, Madilyne's story does not reside to have a devastating end as her life did. Her legacy serves purpose, she lives in my heart, and the mountains we have claimed, the rocky paths that have cut our feet, this story is destined for the happiest ending it could have..
What I do know, is this subject bothers me just as it bothers you. An innocent child taken too soon, in the most unimaginable way. Looking back over the past 11 years, at times I have truly wondered how I have survived. Then I remember that one string of hope I never ever let go of.. one I kept locked in my heart, huddled so closely.. that is this hope, this love, this desire to not just survive but to thrive, and that is God..
To the mother reading this, that is somewhere on her journey, trying to push through, or grasping at strings, ready to give up.. Its ok to fall down, to release all the strings that we are grabbing at on our way down. You are ok, you will be ok, I promise you.
To the friend reading this trying to comfort us, thank you. Thank you for standing beside us, without pressure, without attempting to claim to know our pain.
To our family. Our pain is so different for each of us. On my good days, you may not approach me with your hurt, and on your good days I may not approach you with my heart ache.. Just stick together, and hold on, because without you this path and road is challenging and painful..
To you, my reader.. Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to share my heart, to share Madilyne with you, and not having an expectation that this path gets any easier as time passes. Thank you for speaking her name, and remembering her. That is music to my heart, and the playlist to my being..
Today we release balloons, and we wear pink.. for you Madilyne.
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Thank you friends, so much,