Last month, the 26th came around and I was being induced...it didn't give me a chance to dislike the day, even though I really, really, really had a hard time every time the 26th of ANY month came around. This month, the 26th came and went, and with Emris here I really don't want to dislike or avoid any day that I am fortunate enough to live to the fullest.
Was it her plan?
Emris could have been born on the 26th...could have been born on the 27th. He wasn't. He was born on the morning of the 28th. Her birthday is February 8th (2/8). She gave him his own special day and in between the day she passed and the day we buried her.
Was it her plan?
The past 13 months have shown who was true to her and who had HER best interest at heart. I won't say it's been easy - but I look forward to enjoying the life she would have wanted me to live.
I know it was her plan, or plans I should say, and I love that I get to tell my son about his great grandma and how must she would have loved him.
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