Ailish Angelia Wheatly
It is four years, five months, seven days since she left.
Ailish Angelia Wheatley
I thought knowing that there would be a day when she left that I could prepare myself. Eleven years of preparation and nope. Still is devastating. Her loss weakens me at the knees and causes my body to ache more than what my age suggests is appropriate.
I would do it again. I would say yes to being her mother all over if given the choice.
Ailish Angelia Wheatley
To have been her mother for eleven glorious years, for her siblings to have loved her, for the community to have known and learned from her, all gifts. Priceless gifts.
A lifetime has passed but her final gift has been the memory my body has of how the weight of her felt in my arms. The tickle of her long thick curly hair on my skin as I held her. The texture of her skin. Though the memories are precious they also cause pain. I was told often that as the process of grief moves on and time passes that the tears that come with losing a child are replaced with the smiles of memories of happy times.
I call bullshit.
Still hurts. Still is nauseatingly painful. There are always smiles and laughter that come with thoughts of good times even in the early days but in no way do they replace the agony that is the reality that my child is gone.
Ailish Angelia Wheatley
Never ever EVER forgotten. Not for a day. Not for a second
