12/19/2025
Kallie,
I miss this magic. I miss your spirit. I miss your enthusiasm for the smallest of things. Here you are. Your body being ravaged by cancer. And here you. Standing tall, living in the moment, and the simple pleasure of enjoying something someone gave you out of the kindness of their heart to ensure you had the most magical holiday season. This picture shows so much of what cancer stole from you. And also so much of what you'd never let it steal. It continues stealing so much from us. Little micro moments. Things we never saw coming and never imagined grieving until they hit you right in the chest. When I dreamed of being a mother I never in my wildest dreams thought I'd be mothering three from the other side. I don't talk about the others much. I'm not even sure I've ever even felt the magnitude of their loss. Too many other things swirled around their losses. And not that they are any less important. Or loved. But you, you were tangible. I touched you. I held you. I dried your tears. I held you close and sang to you when you were happy...and when you were getting your pokes meant to keep you here with us for as long as possible....and as you took your final breath taking you from us. I got to know your personality. I got to hear your laugh. All I have to grieve of the others is the idea of who they would be. But I think that's why the idea of them is surfacing even more now. Because we are getting farther away from you too. And all we have is our imagination to dream of how it would all be different. How we would all be different. Every life task Kora completes feels like a phantom pain. A haunting feeling this happened before. Except it didn't. But it should have. How would life be different in this alternate universe? Where we had all our babies born from our bodies and from our hearts? Lights would twinkle a bit brighter. Our smiles would reach past our eyes. Our home's love would be palpable in all the empty spaces. I thought the hardest thing I'd ever have to do was long to be a mother with empty arms with only the thought of an existence. Because that in itself is pure torture, absolutely excruciating. Instead, I still sit with empty arms with that longing as well as the longing of having you. Growing taller. Getting smarter. Guiding your sister. Being our Happy! Smile! Hey! hype girl always. Instead, we're left with always craving your presence, your magic, your happy. The misconception grief, loss, and missing you gets easier the farther we get from you is a complete myth. I'll miss you and love you forever in a million different ways, old and new, every single day.
Love,
Mom