Amelia passed away just twelve hours after she came home with us, at 3:45am on Thursday morning. I wouldn’t wish watching your child die in your arms on my worst enemy. I was caught between emotions, wanting so badly as her mother to take her pain away but knowing there was nothing I could do. And though our sweet Amelia was gone from us, we cuddled her frail, lifeless body until several hours later the mortuary took her away.
While I felt the deepest sorrow a mother can feel, it was also an occasion of joy and happiness. I was able to smile through those last tears, as her spirit was finally able to leave her broken body to return to her Heavenly Father and Mother. But how sorrowful and empty I felt as I hugged and kissed her tiny body!
We had a small graveside service the next day, on Friday, August 31. The world again was still, and the skies were cold and dreary as we dedicated her grave.
Forgive me, Amelia, for I shed too many tears while you were with us. Some were tears of sorrow, and some were tears of joy. You changed my life for the better, and I anxiously await the day your daddy and I can see your beautiful face again. Prepare your siblings up there in Heaven for the challenges that await them. When they join our family here on earth, please help us to lead them in righteousness so we can all be together again as an eternal family.
I love you, my sweet Amelia. Daddy loves you, and Jack loves you. You have blessed our family with the strength of a warrior. Your spirit will always be with us, leading us and guiding us. Have we told you we’re glad you chose to come to our family? Because knowing what we know now, if we got to choose, we’d do it all over again.
Edit: (My cousin reminded me today that I forgot to mention something very important! In the end, we were able to donate Amelia’s heart valves. More on that later.)