12:47 - arrived to the hospital, checked in and escorted to the waiting area by the Chaplain
2:00 - your mom, dad and I meet with the doctor in some little courtyard. He tells us there is nothing else they can do and what he is going to say to you. You can’t speak but you are aware. He tells us he is going to make you comfortable so you can go peacefully.
We enter your room and this is this first time we’ve seen you since March. All of the tubes, machines, I’m angry. It’s not fair. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
For the next few hours we sit with you, FaceTime friends and family so they can say goodbye, your mom combs your hair, we put lotion on you. We listen to music, laugh, cry, hold and kiss you not knowing when that last breath will be.
4:44 - I kiss you on your forehead and tell you I love you. Your mom takes a photo of that moment. Not knowing that would be the last.
4:45pm, June 9, 2020. You take your final breath in my arms. The moment you became an angel, a butterfly. I felt your soul in that moment.
There is no day in my 38 years on this earth that I remember more clearly, more vividly. And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 💜🦋
There is no day in my 38 years on this earth that I remember more clearly, more vividly. And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 💜🦋
For the past year, every single day at 4:45pm the reminder goes off. No matter what I’m doing or in the middle of, I close my eyes, see your smile, and say I love you. You will not be forgotten, we will not be forgotten.
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