GOD BLESS THE DEAD. šŸ™

29/11/2018. In memory of our angel baby, my nephew, baby Naem, born sleeping today. He was the most ethereal of them all; perfect even in death. I will never be able to expound on how for the past several months I hoped and prayed he would not just be our rainbow baby but my birthday twin or at least my zodiac twin. I’m eternally grateful he actually turned out to be my zodiac twin. My little sag baby.

Here’s also in memory of our other angel baby, baby Mara, my beautiful niece, born sleeping too, on 02/06/2017. She was the most dainty baby I ever laid eyes on. Born endowed with a headful of black curls, perfect caramel skin and a prominent nose. So graceful in her deep sleep!

And also in memory of our other guardian angel, also perfect on so many levels because God does not make mistakes. Our guardian angel, sibling to Mara & Naem, the baby we carried but never met.

You three are forever cradled in my heart and I like to think that all of you are now in great grandma’s strong arms, basking in heaven’s glory until we get there. (I think I might need an extra pair of arms because too many of my loved ones are up there and when I get there I’m planning to hug all of them and never let go!) Until then, I’ll be here looking after your big brother, baby Yul, our now turned sunshine baby, keeping all your memories alive. The stark reality is that big bro is only six but he can already tell visitors that his baby sister (Mara) “went to be with Jesus.”). I know this pain feels insurmountable but hey I love you four in all seasons, and love is paramount, that’s why we teach big bro to keep your memory alive. Plus he’s the smartest six year old you will ever meet. So much style and grace in one little human. He radiates so much positive energy and his toothless grin improves my mood tenfold.

Your mother? Well she’s absolute dynamite. A bundle of stardust. A powerhouse. A young woman full of utmost grit, admirable tenacity and a very big heart. My big sister who treats me as though she birthed me. Not just me, all of my siblings and everyone she crosses paths with.

Dear Lord, I know You are still at the throne and Your word says You are closest to the broken hearted, wrap Your loving arms around these angels’ mother and bless her with Your peace that transcends all human understanding as we keep trusting You to restore like You did with Your servant Job. Teach us to wait upon You. Just like Your word promises in Isaiah 40:31, may You renew her strength and mount her up with wings like eagles, may she run and not grow weary, may she walk and not faint. šŸ™

In memory of Naem, Mara and little guardian angel. In memory of all the babies we carried but never met. In memory of all the babies we held but couldn’t bring home. In memory of all the babies we brought home but didn’t stay. In memory of all the little angels too perfect for this tainted earth! ā¤ļøšŸ’”ā¤ļø

God bless the dead. šŸ™ šŸ™

Love,

Auntie CheChe.

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