I’ve seen her again. It’s been years since I’ve last caught a glimpse of the blonde girl that haunts me. My Angel.
The baby I lost nearly 10 years ago was due July 20, 1999. Sadly she left us December 22, 1998. At first, I saw small flashes of light. Then, just before my 7 year old was born I saw her. A flash of blond hair and legs running past my third story balcony door. It was so real, I honestly wondered how a child had gotten up there while I searched for her. Never did find her though.
A few days ago, I saw her again. This time, taller, about 9 years old. I’ve yet to see her face. But there always seems to be a whisper of laughter in the air and a flash of light reflecting off her blond hair. This time, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her run into BigBoy’s room as he slept.
She is my oldest child, but not my firstborn. She is the guardian of my living children. To early taken from us, yet with us still.
Time heals. Yes. But you never forget.