I transcribed some poetry for Justine last night. The first is a story she likes to hear (and retell) about a dream her dad had when she was still in my womb. The second, much more than a nursery rhyme. I’m saving these here so her childhood self can one day speak to her older self. Children are resilient, but I don’t believe in dismissing their grief. She talks about Vernon the most, I think…she says she is afraid of forgetting him. So I put pictures in her room of the two of them together. She doesn’t even remember when most of them were taken. But though she will tell people that Vernon has died, she doesn’t like when anyone implies she doesn’t have a dad. “I do have a dad,” she says. “I’ll always have my dad.”
Daddy saw in his dream
that there was a baby girl,
who came out of mommy’s tummy—
She came up to him and snuggled with him.
When mommy’s baby arrived,
Daddy said:
“That’s the same baby girl from my dream:
She had dark eyes.
She had dark hair .
And her voice sounded the same.
She was the same little girl in my dream.
She looked just the same.”
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Daddy, Daddy gone away—
I miss him, but I know
that I will see him another day.
*picture above from the narrowest slide in England.
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OMG ..never seen this photo before … just love to see new photos you share and stories that maybe i would have not heard about ..had our lives taken this path..every memory is very special , every photo to be treasured . And yes Justine you do have a daddy ..and he loved you , and your mummy and Maki very , very much ,,and i know that as he told me many , many times xx
love to you all xx
ps daddy told his mummy and daddy about this dream when you were born ..you will always be a very special little girl in our family xx extra special to us, as you are the only little girl xx
Allison,
How precious. I do not know about being that young when my parents went to heaven but I still remember them very much. I do not believe that she will forget her Dad. She was with you so much of the time at the hospital and the other places were Vernon was. Love her and Maki.
Love,
Becky
Absolutely beautiful poem and pic! Thank you for sharing 🙂