I wrote to tell her about Kiersten and to thank her for helping today's parents get over themselves.
I tried to raise Kiersten like I had been raised. I wasn't as open as my mom was with me, to be certain, (mostly because I grew up with sidewalks, which are conspicuously absent here) but I sure didn't want that kid to grow up afraid of the world. My mother-in-law was constantly fretting when I let her walk to the corner alone or let her ride her bike to a friend's house, or let her go horseback riding with the bigger kids. But I'm glad I did all those things. She had a great time while she was on this Earth
Last week, Lenore wrote to me and asked me if she could publish my letter, even though it was three years later. I re-read it, and decided that my opinions hadn't changed a bit, and maybe this was a good way to honor her today. So here it is, on the third anniversary of the day Kiersten left us, (which is also Lenore's birthday).
Thank you, Lenore, for helping to honor my baby today. Because she's still my baby and always will be. I didn't expect it to feel as emotional to me as it does, but I'm glad that letter is out there.
And Thank You, sweet Bug, for another year of learning the lessons you were sent here to teach me. I love you and I miss you, and I know you're watching and sending your love from Heaven. You are still the greatest joy my life has ever known.
Wear a lorikeet for a hat today. You'll thank me for it later.