Friday, July 30

Dear Cora: Eight Months.

Dear Cora,

Eight months. Almost as long as I was pregnant with you. It seems like just yesterday that you were born, but also a million years ago all at the same time.

Time stopped when you died and sped up at the same time. Time is something that spins by at a ferocious pace and meanders along like a falling leaf all at the same time.

Eight months. I wonder if you’d be crawling. Probably so. I miss you. I wish you were here changing the world beside me. I wish people were cooing and laughing at you. You were making the world a better place with your beauty and love here.

You’re still making the world a better place. You are. Every month, we remember you and do something good. We’ve invited people to join and to wear pink as a reminder. The pink is like a knot around your finger. I hope, and truly do believe; people put on the pink and throughout the day look down with a smile and pass on that smile to someone else with an act of kindness.

This month, we’re donating to a food bank. I drove all the way there today to realize they’d moved across town, so the actual donation will wait until Monday.

 Spreading your message with our food bank donation.

It’s not much. Probably just enough food to feed a family for one day. Right now, it’s what we could do.
But, nine months ago, I wouldn’t have ever scrounged my cupboards and donated. So, it’s huge at the same time. It’s the little things. Realizing it doesn’t take a lot of money or time to be kind.

Life is a whirlwind. I hope one day to step back and really be able to look at the way you’re making a difference. Wear Pink for Cora spills over to the rest of the month. I get sent stories almost every day of how you helped someone realize they too can make a difference.

I never did get to watch you crawl. But, I do get to watch you move mountains through the trickles of good and kindness you inspire every day.

I love you so much.

Love,
Mom

P.S. I want to show you this brochure I made. Hopefully, it will help to make sure no other mommy and baby find out about congenital heart defects from the coroner either!


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