I am a woman searching for my inner goddess and using fabrics, words and photography as my road map. I find great comfort and order in my creative efforts and hope that in sharing them you find a peace also. Welcome and Be Blessed!

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Its Been 14 Years Since I Heard My Baby’s Voice

The first day of spring is the anniversary of the last time I held my Daughter Jessica. I have been posting about this every anniversary since I began blogging. This year I was at the NASCAR race in Bristol. I spent a good deal of time thinking about her. As a matter of fact, for about a week before the first day of spring I am totally out of sorts. My DNA remembers about Jessica’s last week before I do but this year I was just too busy to write about my baby.

I was going to let it pass without writing but I saw a part in Corinne Corinne where the little girl Molly is taking to her dad about not remembering how her dead mom sounded or how she smelled. Time takes those things away from us. There are just so many things that I can no longer remember about Jessie Bear but I will always remember how gentle her spirit was and how soft her voice was and how she didn’t know what a bad day was or how to be disabled- she was a true angel on this earth.

As I was driving today I followed a license plate Jes3ica and I knew that my baby was telling me that she is ok. No doubt she found angel wings big enough to carry her home.  Happy New Birth Day to you Jessie Bear. I love you!

Please click below to hear the song that perhaps most reminds me of Jessie's last days.

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I believe that things can always be cured with a hug and a cup of tea, fixed with either a needle and thread, duct tape, WD40 or coke, and that prayer works every time. I take in strays whether in animal or childlike form. I have been mother to many for a time and this is my way of keeping up with some of those straying children that I miss. I appreciate shock value and use it often to remind people that the world is round and colorful and we are not all living in square brown cardboard boxes with little holes cut in for windows. Look for the warm fuzzies- God delivers them up fresh every day just to say- I think you are pretty darned special- so special that I have your picture up on my fridge for life and I am sending you a hug to remind you that you matter to me.

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