Yesterday was the 3 month anniversary of Harlowe Hope’s death. It seems like it was yesterday while at the same time, feeling like it was a lifetime ago.

The pain is still as raw and deep as the day Harlowe died. Just typing that she died breaks my heart all over again.

I had so many hopes and dreams for my precious granddaughter. I wanted to buy her a swing set to put in my back yard, as well as a pool. I wanted to make sure she had fun at Grandma’s house.

She was going to have her own room, with her own little princess bed. A closet full of cute little outfits, hair ribbons, sandals, shoes, and boots, as well as cute little purses.

I wanted to introduce her to ‘A Christmas Carol’ by Charles Dickens. That is my favorite story of all time, and it was going to be hers too. At least that is what I tell myself.

We talk about Harlowe all the time. That helps some. We almost make up memories we wish we would have had with her.

We need to keep her memory alive. She wasn’t a fleeting thought. She was a daughter, a granddaughter, a niece, a cousin. She was prayed for, and hoped for. Longed for, and loved.

Oh how I miss you Harlowe Hope.

Not a minute of an hour, or an hour of a day, goes by without me thinking about you.

I love you my little angel. I love you…