I love You, Rachel. / You Will Always Be Momma's Little Lamb
1 Corinthians 13 12
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose” (Rom. 8:28 KJV).
Ps 17:15
15 As for me, I will behold Thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with Thy likeness. Hey Rach,
All day long I have been remembering this date two years ago. And now as I am writing this I can see that last night in my head. It is something I do with dread but something I must do. As much as grief hurts , it is something that has to be done. It's not as if I can take all the bad memories and sweep them under a rug and forget them. Sometimes I wish I could, but that would mean forgetting you which is something I would never do for my memories of you are all that I have left.
Two years - an instant and an eternity. Two years - a time I never could have or would have imagined. Two years - that's how long you have been gone. Sometimes it seems as if you have been gone forever. At other times I glimpse at one of your pictures as I walk through the house and I am caught by surprise. Is it real? Is my sweet girl really gone? It is just so hard to comprehend that you are never coming back. I look for your face in crowds thinking that somehow I might see you while knowing that will never happen. I talk to you, but you never talk back to me except in my imagination. I miss you beyond belief. I don't know how I have "lived" without you. My heart still beats even though a big piece of it is gone. Like a puzzle with a missing piece, my heart will never be complete. Part of it died the day you did. You were my past, my present, but you can never be part of my future. I look through all of my pictures of you and wonder sometimes why I can't find any new ones. Then I remember why. There will never be any new pictures of you. I get mail addressed to you and wonder what to do with it. I call your cell phone just to hear your voice and to tell you that I love you hoping that somehow you will get the message, I used to send you email, but the last one I sent was returned as undeliverable. I know that you aren't coming back and I guess the ultimate acceptance of that is the saddest part of it all.
I have learned so much from you - from your life and your death. And although I still question life at times, I know that the answer is truly very simple.
In the last 3 years of your life you found that truth and lived it more than anyone I have ever known. There is so much I want to say to you-only things you would understand, so many questions I would like to ask you, such longing in my soul to hold my baby again. I will go for now sweet Rach-so much fog in my head. I just can't say what I feel-the pain and hurt is too great. But I do believe that because of the love we share, our "kindred" spirits will always be together-you and me and me and you. I will always be your Mommy and you will always be my Rachel. I love you!!
I'll go to my grave loving you
Loving you loving you
I'd give all I've saved loving you
Loving you loving you
And should I live again even then it won't end
But I'll go to my grave loving you
Loving you loving you
And when God called us both above
Honey you'd know that you'd been loved
But I'll go to my grave loving you
Loving you loving you
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