We drove through major cities, over the George Washington Bridge, by the monuments of D.C., with Lola in the back of our car. We were visiting Alec's family in Connecticut.
A week ago, I was told that Lola had a matter of days to live. It stormed and flooded and trees fell everywhere. The heavens raged because god knew he was making a mistake, and he did. On Wednesday, my baby died in my arms. Through the process, I tried to stay calm for her, talk to her, reassure her. When it happened, I started screaming and making noises that I have never heard come from myself before.
My baby is gone. She is gone and I will never be the same.
Oh Hilary- what a tremendous loss. Lola had the best life with you. I’m sorry it is so awful. Hugs and tears.
ReplyDeleteLola was your child in many ways. She was a loving sweetheart. You gave her a loving home and she is now safe and painfree.
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