Dear Sonzee,
It is 5:55am and I can't shake the thoughts in my head, so here I am writing you a letter to see if it helps. Yesterday was Shaina's funeral and my heart is just so heavy from it all. I feel like I have been transported back in time to 2020. It sucks. I feel all the feels and I know I look it as well because last night at gymnastics I was asked if I was okay. Telling someone I went to another child's funeral had them understand in a second. It sucks.
Today, your big sister is 10. An entire decade we have gotten to share with her spunky amazing joyous spirit. She was 6 when you died. She had such a challenge even grasping the concept of death that after Aba went with you to the mortuary, she asked me when you and him would be home. I had to remind her that you had just died and wouldn't be coming home. She gets it now. It sucks.
Today is the 2nd 10th birthday of one of your siblings we have celebrated without you. The only one you lived to see was on the same day you started to die. I didn't anticipate today to continue me on this whirlwind downward spiral of grief, but here we are. It sucks.
Today continues the period where you and your siblings' birthdays begin to change to even years. You are the birthday that starts that trend; 5, 8, 10, 11, and 13. The lie behind those ages is that you aren't even 8, it is just what we wish you would be. Today the gap just grows more significant between child #3 and baby #5. I guess it is only fitting that you, baby #4 would impart such a significant gap. I choke when I mention your siblings' ages if I mention just 4 of you. 5, 10, 11, and 13. What happened between 5 and 10? That is a huge gap. You happened...literally, you came and you went. You are no longer present. It sucks.
The next 10th birthday should have been yours. I know it is going to sneak up on me as quickly as these last 3 years have gone by. It sucks. Today shouldn't be the last 10th birthday I get to celebrate with a daughter of mine, but it is, and, it sucks.
Please come and have donuts with Meena and her class and let her know you are still with her. I know she misses you and wishes you were still here.
I love you baby girl!
Until next time.
Love always,
Ema
PS: This sucks.
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