Nine years, nine years why does this number stick in my throat?
Why do I see it as an evil coiled snake with a deadly bite. Nine years ago the venom of loss entered my life, moving through my veins inch by inch with an intensity I could have never imagined. Twisting, turning, absorbing, consuming.
Nine years ago my daughter died.
Why does the fact that it is nine years burn at my soul, rising like bile from a stomach overflowing with acid.
Why is nine years any worse that eight or seven ?
Why does this number feel like mockery of my heart.
Livvy only lived for nine years.
I only got to hold her for nine years, only got to care for her for nine years, only got to breathe in the sweet smell of her hair, to twist those tiny curls around my finger for nine short years.
She was only mine for nine years.
Right now I’m holding on to the fact that she lived to be nine years and six months. Holding on to that six months as a victory over death. I cannot look towards the day when she has been gone longer than she lived.
Why does it matter, one day without her was agony, a month a living nightmare a year so full of pain I never thought I would survive.
Why does it matter?
I actually don’t know, I have no reasoning or actual understanding of why this number is now haunting my dreams. I am lost in a insane theory than makes no sense. I feel as if the nine years gone counteract’s the nine years here. That nine years dead removes the nine years lived.
It’s doesn’t make sense but it hurts. The nine is twisting at my soul right now, branded like a weapon from my enemy.
I’m struggling to fight back, reminding myself of the magic of the moments we shared. Arming myself with the promise of eternity, the surety of my love for her.
Time does not erase our love, memories may fade but the heart never forgets. My soul will always remember the sound of her heartbeat as she laid down beside me. My fingers hold on tight to the sensation of twisting her curls around them. Her smell, her laughter, my heart, my soul they hold them tight like the precious gifts they are.
I will never forget my beautiful daughter, no passage of time will ever erase the impact she made on my life.
I will never forget the way being her mom changed me.
Livvy is my DNA, her genetic code is entwined with mine.
My heart it beats stronger because of loving her.
My soul is kinder because I knew her.
I am eternity blessed I got to be Livvy’s Mom.
I am forever blessed, I am forever Livvys Mom.