Monthly Archives: January 2016

What day would you want to live again?

It’s that time of year again,the memories of dates,the dates of before, the afters.
It is four years this year,and I can still remember the tiny details that come with Melody, her scans,my consultant appointments. When it went wrong.
Time doesn’t heal, it’s not a magic cure, she should have been starting school this September, one daughter leaving her primary school journey, as the other begins,that was what was meant to happen.
Time doesn’t heal,but for me it was like a rebirth,learning to live again. A different path had been placed. Through no choice of my own,that was what lay before me.
She may have only been here 5 weeks…35 days…just over a month. But Melody changed me,she changed us.
Another place I use to take comfort in,brought up a question I simply had to answer.

What Day Would I Want To Live Again?

Obviously all my children’s births, meeting my husband, getting engaged even various adventure days too, all up there on my favourite days…..
But the day I would live again would have to be…

The day before our daughter died.
We were a normal happy family,excited about the following day where L was going to help with Melody’s nappy changes. L was very excited, she was maybe hoping for a very brief cuddle.
Sisters,girls together.
We were looking forward to April,because it meant we had one month until she’d come home,remember the text the morning it went wrong.
“She’s coming home next month!!”
Yay! I thought,only one month of to-ing and froing to go.
If I had that day again,
I’d have stayed longer,refused a party invitation for L so she could have spent what we didn’t know was Melody’s last afternoon.
Held her longer.
Kissed her more.
We didn’t know she was going to die.
Amongst the wires (monitors not vents), and aside from missing L’s presence.
It was perfect.
The Sun was shining,it was warm.
31st march 2012 is where I’d like to visit.
We went to bed that night happy and excited that she’d be home soon.

It’s that time again daffodils are out a lot earlier this year,even earlier than their early arrival back in 2012.
Sad they may not last until her birthday this year. I don’t like it. The daffodils are disappearing,a lot like people’s memories.
But unlike daffodils and short lived friendships my memory and love for her will always grow.

I would still choose her.