Heather's 8 Year Angelversary

Details: Created: Saturday, 21 February 2015 23:32; Written by Lucy Kirkby

Heather’s Eight Year Angelversary

Today is February 21, 2015. This is the 8th anniversary, or as I like to refer to it, Angelversary of my Heather’s passing. Eight years. Thats 2,921.937days, 4,207,590.13 minutes, and 252,455,408 seconds.

I woke up this morning and read an email from our dear friend, Rose. Her words gave me comfort. Rose loved my Heather, and Heather loved Rose. A few of Rose’s words were “ Our loved ones make us who we are although our hearts will never be whole. Each loved one we lose takes a little piece, but leaves us just enough to carry on”.

It is hard some days to carry on. My heart aches. The pain of losing a child that you had in your life for 21 years is incredibly painful. A pain that no parent should ever have to endure. But, carry on we must.

On Heather’s 18th Birthday she climbed Mount Baldy in Wimberley with Joel and her Uncle Eddie. For my Birthday last weekend, I decided to climb that mountain. So, with Joel, Bonnie, and Arin with me we went to the top of Mount Baldy. It was a beautiful, warm sunny day. However, being the middle of February it is too early for butterflies to be out. At the top of the mountain there was a small swarm of monarch butterflies all around us. With these butterflies was a huge black butterfly with orange around it’s edges. It was an amazing experience. The view was heavenly, the butterflies were playful and mysterious, and sharing this with my family was perfect. It was a spiritual experience. A very good Birthday. The mountain was renamed Prayer Mountain several years ago by a church that purchased the property. I see now why they renamed it. It is a great place to go to reflect, pray, feel closer to God and appreciate the view God has provided for us. The significance of the monarch butterflies is that Heather’s Dad had a shirt that had these butterflies on it. Heather wore this t-shirt a lot also. After Heather passed, I cut out the butterflies so we each could have a butterfly to keep.

To My Heather, My Girl Girl. I miss you so incredibly much. Not a day goes by that I do not think of you. I carry you in my heart. I feel you in my very being. I think of you when I see an amazing sunrise or sunset. When I hear one of your favorite songs, especially Drops of Jupiter. When I watch your little sister, Arin with her cats. When Bonnie plays with Arin. There isn’t really a time that I don’t have you in my thoughts. Please continue to watch over your sisters. Guild them through this wonderful, complicated world we live in. Allow them to feel your presence with them. Stay in our hearts and continue to allow us to feel you there and recognize the “signs” you give us. Know that you are loved oh so much. You will never be forgotten. I love you, My Heather, My Girl Girl.

Love,
Mom