Mitchell's 5th Birthday

Mitchell's 5th Birthday

Mitchell's 4th Birthday

Mitchell's 4th Birthday
February 2011
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Mitchell's 3rd Birthday

Mitchell's 3rd Birthday
Feb 2010
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Friday, September 4, 2015

Angel Day, Year 3

We celebrated Mitchell's Day (Angel Day) this year with joy and gladness.  I think Mitchell's Day is one of my favorite days of the year now.  We can truly feel the prayers of comfort from many and the resulting peace and joy are such gifts.  We appreciate you all!

This year we read a list of ideas to the kids and of course the winning service project was to volunteer at the local humane shelter.  We were oriented with the facilities and procedures and although we were expecting to clean cages and pick up poo, it was towards the end of day, so we had the privilege of playing with the dogs.  The children loved it, and I won't lie, it was therapy for me as well.  I know Mitchell would have really enjoyed loving on those pups, too.

A month ago we had a terrible experience with Allegiant Air flying to our nephew's wedding in CA.  On those flights we met a very kind man named Monty, who owns Hubby's Pizza here in Tri-Cities.  He generously wrote us a coupon for a free pizza and pitcher of pop, which we cashed in on Mitchell's Day.  The pizza was HUGE, and delicious--a perfect treat for Mitchell's Day.

We love to drop off treats anonymously--one of our favorite family traditions--so we did some of that too.  Finally, we finished the day watching videos of our little jokester, shed some tears, cuddled, and went to bed feeling grateful for what we have been given in life.  There is so much tragedy in this world, but one thing is certain--the family is the most beautiful and sacred gift in this world when we cherish, nourish, and do our best to build it up.  I am so honored to be the mother of this little family, even through all of the yucky days and challenges.  It is a blessing to be a mother and I do not take it for granted; in large part, thanks to Mitchell.








Wednesday, March 4, 2015

EIGHT YEARS

How can anyone describe losing a child?

Everytime I pack away clothes too small for my oldest son, I think about how they would have gone to Mitchell next.

Everytime I see my son with a boy Mitchell's age, my heart aches for not only my loss, but the loss experienced by my son.  He will never get to have a little brother to hang out with.

Everytime we pile in the van for a drive somewhere, I have the momentary worry that we've forgotten one of our children.  I can imagine him sitting back there with his brother and sister teasing, fighting, and laughing.

Every February my heart feels anxious.  It's his month.  Grief kicks into high gear and I find myself feeling nervous, sad, tired, and reminiscent.  My body literally aches to be with him again.

This February would have been his eighth birthday.  What I wouldn't give to have an eight year old in the house!  What I wouldn't give to watch two of my sons playing basketball games every Saturday.  What I wouldn't give to set up bunk beds in our new home for my boys and listen to them talk late into the night.  What I wouldn't give to hear of two boys' adventures every day when they come home from school.  What I wouldn't give...

But as much as I'd like to give, I cannot.  It is done.  He's gone.  Another birthday without him here to celebrate, but one year closer to being with him again.

Happy Birthday Mitchie.