A new beginning

I haven’t updated in a long time and I hope that I can begin to get things back to normal around here. I loved putting together the weekly updates about Khloë, and now that she is gone I haven’t felt the call back to this blog. But today I want to start again.


My angel's resting place

My angel’s resting place


On April 11th friends and family gathered at the Willowbank Cemetery as we buried our sweet little girl. The sky was blue, the snow was finally gone, and the leaves blew in the breeze. The weather was perfect and allowed us to say goodbye in sunshine.

Afterward, everyone came back for a small reception at the church Jordan and I were married at. Some amazing people provided sandwiches, fruit and veggie platters, and desserts. We are thankful to each person who came out to let us know how much Khloë touched their lives.

We also recently announced to the world that Khloë is going to be a big sister! As of today I’m 12+4 weeks pregnant and my due date is November 2nd. 🙂


Big Sister

I used the above image to make the announcement! This was the surprize we had for Jordan’s parents, too. I texted my mother-in-law that picture right before we boarded our planes (in two different cities) and she was so excited that she had to tell some passengers on the plane. 😀 Needless to say, we are all excited! Don’t get me wrong, there is definitely a scary aspect to this pregnancy, but I’m determined to stay positive and believe that God will give us the baby we need.

Upcoming

Next weekend we will be heading to Kingston to finalize a burial plot for Khloë. We decided to purchase a family plot. Then the burial will be April 11th.

At the end of this month Jordan and I will be flying to Orlando, Florida! I’m super excited about this trip. His parents wanted to take us on a much-deserved vacation and of course we said yes. Everything is now booked and the countdown is on! We have a surprize for them while we’re there, too!

A letter to our baby girl

A letter to our baby girl on the day of her celebration of life:

January 21, 2015
Dear Khloë,

On the day you entered the world, your Daddy and I became the happiest people on earth. We were given a perfect little girl. We knew we would do anything for you, no matter what. You already had us wrapped around your finger. Watching you grow from a teeny baby into a toddler has been a privilege.

Our favourite part of the day was waking up and going into your room to be greeted by a big smile. You knew that we were there to give you a kiss and bring you out to the living room to play. And did you ever like to play! It didn’t matter that your body was weak; you still found a way to stuff Sharkie in your mouth, toss your Do Not Enter sign on the floor so we had to pick it up over and over again, or play xylophone and strum the guitar with Daddy. The look in your blue eyes whenever you discovered something new was priceless.

You were one lucky girl, let me tell you!

Khloë, you were the strongest little person we knew. You fought a terrible disease every single day, but didn’t let it get you down.

We have so many wonderful memories of you, Sweet Pea: your first laugh, dressing you up for photo shoots, playing peek-a-boo under a blanket, swimming in the tub, camping in Bar Harbor, and the first time you said “a-bah a-bah” which sounded suspiciously like a chicken bawking.

Daddy and I will never forget the light you brought to our lives. Today we celebrate your beautiful life.

Hugs and kisses,
Momma and Dadda

A moment of grief

Last Wednesday morning, a member of our extended family, Karen, was killed in a head-on collision while on her way to work. The funeral was yesterday afternoon. My brothers and sister and I grew up calling this wonderful woman “Aunt”; we have a lot of great memories of her that we will cherish forever. My thoughts and prayers go out to her husband and four children. I can’t imagine how difficult it will be for her kids to grow up without a mother.

The funeral home was so packed that some people stood in the hall. Jordan and I, my dad, and Keesje with Ashe all stood in the funeral director’s office where we could still hear the service. It also gave us a bit of privacy to keep Ashe quiet and to feed him. Ashe met his Uncle Devon for the first time, as well as Brenda (one of the sisters of the deceased and my “stepmom”) and Perry. Brenda was very happy that we brought the baby with us; she called him her “happy place” that day.


Ashe with his Uncle Devon and Brenda


After the funeral we attended the reception in the community hall and had the chance to visit with many people whom we haven’t seen in years. It’s still a little unbelievable that a tragedy like this can happen, but I know everyone will get through it in their own way.