My Valentine

I came across a picture today in my memories. Back when i use to post about love on Valentine’s Day. Now I don’t post because if I do i almost feel like I’m cheating on her. We loved this holiday together but she wasn’t the only one, gigi loves it too. I always wanted to make them feel a little more special and buy the girls a cute shirt and give them all little chocolate hearts. So they would get more than the general valentines from school and didn’t need to be admired by someone to feel a little extra special. The pic i came across had homemade posters and cute little candy jar gifts the kids made. The cards were all in Celeste’s writing and i knew she orchestrated the whole thing. She was famous for that. Then i realized. Stuck in my own grief i forgot about making the kids feel special. I don’t decorate the house anymore or buy them chocolate hearts or their favorite candy. I tried last year and made everyone sushi and they loved it. I know they can see my hurt, but they hurt too. How can i be so selfish not to take into consideration that they lost their sister and part of their mom. That part of me that will never be the same. That part of me that’s completely gone..they lost her too. I can’t refuse to love because I’m broken or refuse to accept love because I’m broken. But how do i love them whole when I’m not whole? A mothers love is supposed to be equal.

Today i decided i was going to use the strength that Celeste did. We didn’t know how sever then but she was sick a lot. She didn’t feel good and was under a lot of stress in her sport. Yet she went the extra mile to make us feel loved. Today instead of mourning her and crying, I did my best to show my love for others. Not material love but a better love than I’ve given the past few valentines and i didn’t feel guilty. I felt strong and i felt the spirit of my baby girl. I still missed her today. I always will but i didn’t hide away like the past. Maybe i made some growth. Maybe it was just a better day and it will hit another day but for once in 5 years i was able to say Happy Valentine’s Day because I love you❤️

-the ‘After’ me

Your mark

What a beautiful little girl. So precious to this world. You left your mark on us and you’ll never even known it. Strength in every move even through all your struggles. You fought and worked so hard through the pain and wouldn’t show it. We watched you push, watched you fight. Watched you break through. Watched and wished, wished and prayed for what only God could do. Make you whole, make you happy, make your body strong. Now left so confused because we never knew all along. His true plan was to take you, home to him. Away from hurt, away from pain, away from all of this sin. But we miss you so! We Never got to watch you grow into a beautiful woman. But you did get to grow, you grew a set of wings. You fought through the pain now only beautiful things is what your surrounded by and you feel no pain. You left such a mark , now we are left to gain. Gain your strength, gain your smile, above all gain your love. Although we miss you so much we know your above. Watching over us and giving i your love and might. Knowing this one things always brings me a smile. You get to spread your wings and Fly high baby Fly!

-Our Angel Celeste


Bottles of Sand

We made the plans and we set the dates

To walk through warm sand and fill up our plates

Explore all the food and above all the beach

We would share good moods as we sink in our feet

Into the sandy powder of all shades and colors

Waves even louder? We’ve always but wondered…

How it would be to just laugh and explore

All of the beaches the world has in store.

We made the plans, and set the dates

Little did we know, the dates were too late.

-Our Angel Celeste

Welcome to my blog

I have so many thoughts going through my head. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster. Sometimes I’m ready to conquer the world and plaster the smile on my face that’s needed to give me just enough strength to convince myself that i can. Somethings though, I’m stuck. Literally. I can’t get past the road blocks and the realization hits me that she’s gone. Again. Like it just happened and I’m paralyzed in grief. It’s unexplainable but writing and expressing helps me get it out. Putting into words how i feel at that moment. What triggered me and above all remembering how much i love my baby girl and just want to hold her but i can’t. This is my way of expressing that to..her. And just maybe there are people that can relate. I’ll post things on my personal Facebook sometimes but as much as i love the responses of strength and love, i feel like I’m asking for pity. It’s the opposite. I do it for strength and I just need to express myself. So here i am. My expression, my words and thoughts. My blog. Not sure how well this is going to go so here goes nothing.