This exact day marks the most painful day of my entire life. Three years ago, I lost my beautiful daughter after several days of fighting for her dear life. For seven days we watched her health regress. For seven days we prayed that she would get better, that the medicines would work, that the surgeries would be successful and her recovery quick. For seven days I waited until I was able to hold her close to my heart, still and quiet, seemingly asleep in arms. I would have waited many more days though for a chance to hold her close to my heart and feel her heart beat with mine.
Jake was born only 1.5 kilos in weight but appeared to be healthier than her twin Jade who weighed only 1 kilo. We were more worried about little Jade as she was the one who was suffering from fetal distress which necessitated a stat caesarian operation. Jade was also the smaller of the twins. Aside from the very serene look on my Jake’s face everytime we visited her at the NICU, I can’t remember much else about her medical condition. I was constantly assured that all would be well until her third surgery and eventual seizure episodes on her 5th day of life. On her seventh day of life, Jesus finally took her in his loving arms.
GOD’S GARDEN MUST BE BEAUTIFUL
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be,
So He wrapped His arms around you,
And whispered, “Come to Me”.
You didn’t deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only picks the best.
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
Three years have passed since you went to God’s garden. Although I know that you are now safe in Jesus’ loving arms where you are free from pain and suffering, not a day passes by without my wishing that you were here so I could kiss and embrace you and shower you with the same attention I give your siblings. I love you, Jake! I still terribly miss you every single day. ♥
*big hugs* Olga.