Not Ready for February
As I sit down to write this letter I’m still waiting for Christmas to come. This year I’m a little less apprehensive than I have been the past seven years. That’s good. However, no matter how ready I think I am, I’m still not ready for February. That’s not good.
February is the month Mandy joined our family, and the month she departed. No matter how hard I try and convince myself that I’m doing better, when February comes I feel like I’ve lost it. I miss her so very much all of the time, but in February I am lost in the heartache.
Mandy was a teeny baby, just 5 pounds 9 oz. Small or not, she was a take charge person from the very beginning—of justabout everyone and everything. She was the middle child, and she was the boss. Not really in a bad way at all, but every-body knew what she wanted and what she did not want. I miss that.
“I guess that is why TCF and all of you are so wonderful—you help me out of the valley every single time.”
I think about Mandy every day, but in February that is pretty much all I think about. Mandy came to us the last day of February—she left us the 5th of February. From the first week through the last day my mind is full of thoughts and memories. It isn’t really easy to make it through the month. But honestly it is good because until my mind no longer works, I know I have an entire month dedicated to my sweet little Mandy. In a year of twelve months, some are a little more difficult than others. Some, however, are tough, with more valleys than others. I guess that is why TCF and all of you are so wonderful—you help me out of the valley every single time.
With all my ❤ to all of you all,
Focusing on How They Lived
More Than a Memory
The Holiday Season