I have struggled to find the words to express how I feel right now. Last week was filled with the highest of highs, and the lowest of lows.
My seventh grandchild was scheduled to be induced last week. The day before her induction, my husband and I learned that our daughter who has been in the hospital was not going to make it. Two days after I welcomed my granddaughter into the world, I said my final goodbyes to my daughter. The circle of life – it is excruciating. I’m still waiting for the full breadth of emotion to hit me, because I’m sure it’s coming. But things have been such a whirlwind that I haven’t really had time to breathe and feel and grieve.
Jenna has had it pretty rough in her short life, so there is a sense of relief that she is no longer in pain, dealing with a faulty body. Knowing that she’s no longer suffering helps ease the part of my brain that says parents should never have to bury their children. I will forever miss her crooked little smile.
Rest in peace, my child.