Dearest CassyIt's been six days since you left me. I miss you so much. Written by Connie Small, 15th April 2001.November 12, 2000 Since that time, I have remembered everything about you. The way I hugged
you in my belly, loving you, wondering if you were a boy or a girl and
when you would arrive. I loved the way you stayed as close to my heart
as you could get. I remember when it was time for you to come into the
world. You were impatient to arrive, taking just three hours. Twenty years,
2 months, 3 weeks, 18 hours and 18 minutes later, you left the world you
were in such a hurry to see.
I loved the way you loved me. You loved me unconditionally. Of that,
you made sure I never had a doubt. And I never had a single one, Cassy.
No matter what, I was always sure of your deep love for me. I will remember
all of the special times we shared. Like the night when the lights went
out and we looked at pictures by lamplight. Having Glamor Pictures taken
together. You playing hooky from school so you could look for Tiembre`s
kitten. You saved its life. I remember you waking me up at midnight, excitedly
telling me, "Mom! Mr. Peabody is a MRS!" when the guinea pig had babies.
I remember your hurt the night a fox ran out in front of our car. I wanted
to take away that pain so badly. You were so sensitive, so caring. I remember
the year you cried for a school friend whose mother died. You were ten.
I remember the anguish you felt when your friend April died. You cried
for April and you cried for her mom. You cried in my arms all that night.
You were sixteen. I wish I could remember what I said to comfort you then,
in the hopes I could comfort myself now. You always thought of others,
their feelings, their needs.
Did you cry for me on Thursday, as I carried your ashes from the funeral
home? Is that why it rained so hard, only for those few moments? Did you
feel my pain of losing you? Can you feel what's in my heart? Do you know
I still love you, my baby? I always will. Every time we parted, you hugged
me and told me you loved me. When we would say good-bye on the phone,
you always said you loved me. You told your sister it made me happy. No
matter how bad my day had been, you made it better. You told her you liked
making me happy. I wish you were here now, so I could hear you say "I
love you, mom." I want you to make me happy again. |