The latest contributor to the Love Letter series is an anonymous writer, but who’s words probably speak to many mothers. This letter speaks to another way that pregnancy has an “unexpected” turn and how she has gracefully dealt with it. Enjoy.
To my dearest daughter, Hope.
Hello sweetheart. I hope you are well… up in heaven looking down on me. You
were six weeks old when daddy and I lost you. It was then that I felt loss for the first
time. Some doctors will say it was a “spontaneous abortion”… but I never wanted to
abort you, I wanted to love you. Some doctors will call it a miscarriage… but I did not
do anything wrong that you should not be able to be “carried” inside of me. I prefer to
think of it as God wanted to have you next to Him for your entire existence. God knows
that He can give you the life that daddy and I never could. But that will never mean that
I love you less.
I think about you constantly throughout the day. I always wonder what you
would have been like. What would your favorite color have been? Would you have
preferred that I braid your hair in the morning or put it in a ponytail? What would your
laugh have sounded like? It hurts even more as your due date approaches. I should be
meeting you in less than 2 months… but now I have to wait the rest of my life to meet
you in heaven. I miss you.
No matter how small you physically were, you were a huge part of my life, and
when I lost you… my world seem to shatter to pieces. Never doubt the love that I have
for you. I miss you more and more everyday. I want you to know that I love you, and
that you will always be my daughter. Please pray for daddy and I and know that I look
forward to the day when I will hold you close in my arms and kiss your sweet face.
I will see you one day my sweet child,