Mariana is my 8½ year old little angel who may be as misunderstood as how her name is pronounced. Her name is not Mary-anne-a but instead Mari‑ē‑an‑na. For short, everyone calls her Mari. She may have a shortened nickname but she is anything but short on personality. She can walk into a room and bring life to a stagnant crowd. The energy she exudes brings those around her back to a child like state. I often say, “If we could bottle up all her energy we might be able to light up an entire city.” . . . → Click Here To Read More: Mariana: A Personality Exuded
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As I sit here, I am readily thinking of Mari this morning. I sit here with a smile on my face at how that little angel could uplift the lives of so many while at the same time I have a dog at my feet just whining to get up on my lap and have some attention. It amazes me sometimes at how much my life has now changed from over a year ago. I was a stay at home mom taking care of a severely autistic child. My life was almost all consuming with making sure Mari . . . → Click Here To Read More: Justing Sitting Here… I was just sitting here tonight thinking about Mari. Keith and I went to a new grief support group specifically for parents who have lost a child they were still raising, so the child they lost are under 18 for the most part. It was nice to go to a group that for the first time truly understood what it was like to lose a child well before their time. Most of the children seemed to have died from a disease like cancer or a sudden death. Mari’s is still hard for me to classify as it was . . . → Click Here To Read More: Thinking about Mari It seems as though time continues to trek on. Time is a never ending cycle of both grief and happiness all rolled up into one. A little over a year ago I lost the one thing most precious to me and that was my baby girl Mariana. Mari is always thought about and is always missed. For anyone who was fortunate enough to meet her their lives were forever imprinted and changed to have known her. She had such a special spirit about her. She had an infectious laugh where sometimes she would just start laughing and you . . . → Click Here To Read More: Time Keeps on Treking |
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