It was the most terrifying day of our lives. Four years ago today. The day we discovered your heart had stopped beating. That you had left us before you had even officially joined us. After 36 weeks of hoping, praying, planning, anticipating…it all just ended. Our dreams, our path, your life. We will never be the same, Hannah.
We recently talked with your sisters about you. A conversation I have been dreading and anticipating for four years. Eloise was too young to understand at the time, and we were too broken to add her grief to ours. But giving her the chance to know you now is such a relief. We can include you more…find ways to honor and remember you together.
Today, with it’s still-so-vivid flashbacks, will always be awful.
But you are always with us. You are in the sunshine and sweet breezes and all of the little things that go right each day. You are a part of me…always with me…and on my mind every day. We love you and miss you so much, dear Hannah.
Your beautiful words brought tears to my eyes. It is not just on this day that we think of little Hannah, of course; but our terrible memories of September 4 still haunt us. I don’t pretend to know how you and Mike feel about this unimaginable loss, but it is something that no parent ever wants their child to have to endure.
It would have been wonderful to have Hannah in our lives – to love dearly, to watch her grow, to make many memories with her. We will never get over this tragic loss.