Lilly's Angel Day

Two years. Two years has passed since saying goodbye to our sweet Lilly. I recall that Thanksgiving night. Lilly was so restless, having seizures, and remember finally being able to calm her. She slept straight from 1 am to 6am, barely waking when she was placed in the carseat. I remember all to well, laying her next to her sleeping cousin, her best friend who came into the world just a few hours before, watching them sleep in front of the warm fire. I remember picking her up, seeing her blue and realizing that she was not breathing. I remember pleading and crying, begging Lilly to breathe. I remember jumping in the car and driving home to get the much needed oxygen. I remember calling Lilly's hospice nurse and taking her to the hospital to confirm my suspicion that Lilly had aspirated into her lungs. I remember going into the x-ray room and laying my sweet helpless baby on the table. I remember her sweet nurse Kim telling us Lilly's time was limited. I remember calling my parents and pleading them to hurry home, from spending Thanksgiving in California (with my Grandma), and begging them to please hurry. I remember going home to pack the few things we would need and making one last bottle, and thinking that the bottle I was making would be the last bottle I would make for our little Lilly. I remember just doing things with family. I remember being grateful when my sister and brother-in-law made it from West Virginia, and my Mom making it home on a last-minute flight from California. I remember when Lilly stopped breathing once again, and Mike pleading her to again breathe. I remember taking Lilly off of her oxygen, with Mike's family and my Mom and sister and her husband surrounding us, saying goodbye. I remember the blessing Mike gave her, just the three of us, releasing her fragile body from this earth. I remember the last night we spent together, Lilly in between us, going in-between this earth and the next life. I remember waking up, and being amazed by Lilly's strength. I remember my Dad and siblings arriving in record time from California and being able to say goodbye one last time. I remember so well, just holding her, enjoying those last few hours. I recall Mike calling me over, and looking her and knowing she was gone, that we were holding her sweet little shell, feeling her spirit all around. I remember holding her as we drove to the mortuary and feeling my heart break a when I had to leave my sweet baby. I remember dressing her, doing her hair one last time, and saying goodbye to her earthly body for this time. I remember being touched, while walking into the chapel, to see a full house, all to honor our little princess. We miss you Lilly and remember your angel day. Love you so much and am so proud of your valiant spirit and the time we were blessed to have with you.
You really were our breath of heaven.
Love you- Mom and Dad



P.S. Happy seventeenth birthday Millie! Thank-you for sharing such a day with your niece. I am sorry for that.