The phrase, “Time heals all wounds,” is a phrase that is so easy to speak, but completely a myth when it comes to death. Even though I may look okay on the outside, you never truly know where my heart is at any given time. I was giving a voice lesson to an 8 year old last evening. While we were working together, like a typical 8 year old, she got a little side tracked and made mention of the pendant on my necklace. She says, “It looks like Mary and Baby Jesus! Is that what it is?!” I shared the symbol stands for a Mom and her baby. She looked a little closer and then noticed the pin on the bottom of the necklace and asked what it was for. I explained that I had placed memories of my daughter inside of it, and also showed her the back of the pendant which has Sephora’s name engraved on it.
It has been 1 year and 5 months since Sephora’s birth and passing. In that amount of time, my husband and I have had another baby. Miles was born 9 days shy of Sephora’s birthday.
We announced our pregnancy with Sephora just before Christmas 2011, when I could no longer hide my baby bump. The winter holidays always hit the hardest because I have always felt the month of December is meant to be spent with family. As the days pass, I feel I don’t always grieve enough for Sephora. It’s as if I’m too “ok” with her passing. It almost seems that her pregnancy and short life was a figment of my imagination. When the holiday season comes, I am very quickly reminded by all of our friends and family who have not forgotten about Sephora that she did live. She was on this earth. Her purpose was clear. She was sent to change the lives of any person that heard her beautiful life story. I welcome the seasons and every holiday because they bring her back to life. Through the laughter and tears, she still lives.
Today is Baby & Infant Loss Awareness Day. If everyone across the globe lights a candle for 1 hour beginning at 7pm, there will be a continuous Wave of Light across the world, to remember and honor each baby that never had the chance to come home, and those babies that were taken from us too soon. Please join my family today as we remember all of those precious angels that are no longer on Earth with us.
Our family is beautiful. Our immediate, and even extended family really makes a conscious effort to remember to include Sephora in whatever is happening from day to day. Sephora’s Great-Great Grandmother just passed away last week at the age of 93. My heart melted when my Grandmother called to tell me that Sephora was included in the number of great-great grandchildren that “Nan” had.
As many of you that follow Sephora’s blog know, we do have another baby. Although Sephora’s song was and always will be “You Are My Sunshine,” Miles is the sunshine of my life today. His one dimple, (the kiss of an Angel before descending from Heaven to Earth–Sephora) gets deeper as he continues to grow. I see Sephora on his face every single day when he smiles. I also wear a mother/daughter pendant that contains Sephora’s ashes and locks of hair around my neck. Every time I nurse our little boy, he grabs onto my chain and plays with it. I’m pretty sure he has no idea what it is, even though he touches it every day, but that fact that he does touch it makes me believe he does know and have a connection to her in some way.
Our family is Beautiful. Daddy, Mommy, Sephora, & Miles
From the moment I found out I was pregnant with Sephora, I sang to her every day. The one song that I would repeat to my belly over and over again was “You Are My Sunshine.” When arriving at the hospital and being diagnosed with preeclampsia and severe HELLP Syndrome, we knew that day, Friday, May 18, 2012 was going to be Sephora’s birthday. When we were told I’d be taken back for a c-section, my husband sat on the hospital bed next to me and cried. She was taken from us 8 weeks earlier than we had planned. We didn’t know what God had in store for us and how long she would live. We held our breath until I felt them pull her from my belly and rush her over to the drying/warming table. All I remember is wanted to see her! Little did I know, Sephora wasn’t doing very well. They had dried her quickly and gave her a little bit of oxygen, but she wasn’t responding to their treatment. The nurse told my husband to rush Sephora over to me because she thought we would only have seconds with her, and she knew how important it was for me to hold her. He held Sephora close enough for me to kiss her. When I started singing to her on the operating table, her color started to get better, and she even started to cry a little! She recognized my voice and was comforted by the song she had heard every day.
The first thing that comes to mind when I think of our precious little Sephora is a butterfly. When I arrived home from the hospital after Sephora’s birth, I was welcomed with a beautiful gift from my husband and a friend to honor Sephora. A beautiful heart shaped garden full of Angel-wing Begonias and Blue Angel Hostas. As more people became aware of her garden, we were showered with other meaningful plants to be added. We watch Sephora’s Garden grow every year.
As I stood over Sephora’s Garden and started to cry through the overwhelming amount of emotion that swallowed me up those first few months, I noticed a small yellow butterfly. Seeing it float through the air so effortlessly and beautifully seemed to calm my spirit. This spring, around the time of Sephora’s 1st birthday, butterflies were everywhere. Each time I see a beautiful butterfly, I allow myself to stop, breathe, and calm myself to feel Sephora’s spirit surround and embrace me.
Isaiah 41:10 – Do not fear, for I am with you, do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. I will help you. I will uphold you with my victorious right hand.
Sephora’s life, though short, was beautiful. She changed me and all who loved her. Her purpose was to bring people together. Her purpose was to share love with those who didn’t know love. Her purpose was to walk others through grief and tragedy, pain and suffering, and prove to others that despite what they’re going through, nothing is impossible. The rain clouds do disappear. The sun does shine again. Somewhere, there is always a rainbow waiting to greet you with a smile on the other side of the storm. Grief isn’t pretty…but when you’ve made it to the other side, the tears and memories are beautiful.