Sunday is 3 years since our brave and beautiful Angel,
Polly, was born forever sleeping.
We always try to celebrate her special day (known in our house as Polly Day) with
the twins, and of course now with little M too. Nothing spectacular; usually a little day trip and a birthday
party tea involving chocolate cake!
Much the same as we would’ve done with Polly, had she been here with
us.
For the children, Polly Day is a special treat and it is, I
hope, an opportunity to think about and associate Polly with fun and happiness,
as opposed the reality, which is the death of their sister. For us, it is a chance to surround our pain
with happiness and laughter and a reminder of why and how we can carry on despite our
broken hearts.
The urge and the need to cuddle her feels painful and I cannot
believe it is 3 years since my last cuddle with her. It feels like many, many years ago…. it also feels just like it
was yesterday. I miss all that she was to us in the short time we knew her; I miss all that she would, could and should have been.
Fly high and play lots, our beautiful baby Polly. X
How lovely to celebrate her with cake and happiness. Hugs to you xx
ReplyDeleteThankyou for sharing this on Pollys birthday, hope you have found some laughter amongst your tears today .
ReplyDeleteLook at her perfect little hand. I cannot imagine the ache you must experience daily. It sounds such a lovely thing to do as a family, I hope you managed to find some joy in the pain x
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah xx
ReplyDeleteWe did indeed...thank you Fiona.
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzanne, yes to us she was just perfect. x
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