Even now...five years after the passing on of my baby, Bootsie....I still grieve for her. Not one single day has gone by that she has not crossed my mind. I've come to accept that it will be this way until the day that I die. I'm ok with that. I refuse to completely "move on". I can't do that. There will forever be that part of me that stubbornly clings to Bootsie's memory.
I used to recieve so many "signs" from Boots. As the days melt into weeks, months, and years....those signs come a little less frequently. I still find flowers blooming in my yard where nothing ever grew before. It just isn't happening with the frequency that it used to. The dreams of Bootsie visiting me have not come in much too long.
Why is that happening? I can only surmise that Bootsie wants me to live in the present, and that in order to make that happen she is pulling back ever so slightly. I know she continues to watch over me constantly...however she is doing so in a much quieter way.
Well Bootsie?
You were never very good at being quiet...and mommy wants you to know that she needs a visit! Bring dad!
I love you, Bootsie.
XOXOX
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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