It's July. A year has gone by, and last year on this day, the day Luka was due to be born, we put down our cat Mango of twelve years. I remember, Universe, standing by the trees and asking you to bring us joy. I looked up to the wind in the sky, and begged for you to bring us joy with the new little one on its way. Do you remember? Because, I'm starting to feel like you didn't hear me. I don't want to be negative, and I don't want to become jaded. I believe in your power, your ability to give me guidance, and to show me the beauty of this world. I want to believe magic still exists, and I know that I am being selfish for even asking, when war and pain rages throughout this entire world. I am one small person, asking for one small thing. A baby. I wish it was Luka. I wish she was turning one, and as we pack up the car to go on summer vacation, I wish the car seat, and the stroller were part of our stuffed car. I know it is not possible, but I was just hoping for a bit of joy this July. Especially, after I take a pregnancy test and it says positive. It's a bit cruel, Universe, that three days later, I find out from my doctor, that I'm not pregnant. Very early miscarriage, or maybe never really at all. Those three days of hoping, dreaming, thanking you for such a gift, in a month of such emotion and remembrance. How can I continue believing? I want to. I want to think that it's possible. But, my heart has been broken again. Aren't you sick of my tears? I am. I don't want to cry anymore. Maybe you're testing me to see how much I can take this month. I'm trying to be strong, but the memories of last summer are flooding in with every moment. Every smell, place, moment, clothing, food, is a reminder of last summer, as I waited for my new baby. I know you are helping me get through this time, by providing me with a loving and understanding husband, wonderful friends, and a supportive family. And I thank you for the many gifts you have given both me and Michael over this very difficult year. And now, as we head out on our journey to visit friends and family, I ask you to remind me of my ability to believe that it's still possible. To show me the wonder of nature. To help me embrace the sorrow and tears as Luka's birthday approaches. To show me the magic that I know is there. To open my eyes to what I need to see. To hold my husband and give him strength. To laugh with our friends. To share our memories of Luka with our family. To watch the wind and the trees. To let go. I don't want to be angry, Universe. It's just been so hard. Thank you for giving me the strength to go on and live my life. All I ask for now, is to help me continue believing. To believe it is possible, and to trust it will happen. (and soon, would be great!)
Thank you for listening. Give all my love to Luka, whether she be in the wind, or the hummingbird that has been visiting every day. Tell her I love her with all my heart and I miss her so much.
With deep respect,