On June 30 2005 our whole family met in a hospital room and took turns passing around a precious baby. There were tears, blessings given, compassionate doctors and nurses, oxygen, and so much love and light.
This morning the scene repeated itself, in a different hospital, a different room, but the same family and the same baby, now 18 pounds heavier and even more precious than she was the day she was born.
Charlotte passed away this morning. She had a big send off party, love and blessings and tears, and when she knew we were as ready as we were going to be, she went home, very quickly and peacefully and in her mommy's arms.
We have had a long, exhausting, devestating day, but just when I feel like I can't do this, I can't get through this, I catch a glimpse of my daughter, laughing and dancing and hugging her dog Molly. My heart is filled with warmth and peace and I know I can go on.
We will go on. She's still with us. She will always be our precious baby girl.