She cried herself to sleep in my arms.
She had a dream or maybe a nightmare?
She was surrounded by people she knew, people she loved but they didn’t remember.
She was asking questions that they had no answers for.
Sharing memories that they couldn’t recall.
She cried so hard, fear tugging at her soul.
Struggling to breathe through the sobs.
Hiccuping, coughing, nose running.
My sleeve felt wet as she snuggled her head into my arms.
I could feel the heaviness of her chest as it lay on mine.
“They have forgotten her mom”she cried.
“She’s gone” “disappeared “.
“How could they? ”
“why would they”?
I hold her tight my tears dropping softly on her head.
How do I find the words?
How can I make this right?
Her fear, her nightmare is the inner demon I fight every day.
“Please Lord don’t let her be forgotten”.
We hold each other close like we are the strength we need to stay all together.
Mother and daughter a bond like no other.
We whisper promises to heaven.
Words of memories.
We will never forget.
The bond of a mother daughter
The kinship of sisters.
It’s eternal
We won’t forget.
She is in every breathe I take.
In every beat of my heart.
We won’t forget.
Because simply
Livvy is unforgettable.
Rebel with kindness 
Beautiful, Sara. I know we talked about it briefly earlier, but one day it will help to have these memories and feelings recorded because life and how we feel about things inevitably change.
I could never have recorded now how I felt earlier living with loss, and could not have imagined then the journey I am on now.
I’m glad I can read back and remember exactly what the truth of my situation was. It is the only way I have been able to help others when they have asked.
The journey of loss is continuous and changes every day.
With my love, Mel
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Sara, having watched your lovely video this was so emotional to read. You are such an incredible family to share this with others.
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Feeling an exhausted family this week, emotionally and physically xx
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