Her breathing became more and more labored through the night. The next morning she seemed calmer but my instincts were telling me otherwise. I knew that when the time came that I wanted Georgia to be in my arms. I wanted her to understand that she was loved beyond measure. It wasn't long before the curtain between this world and the next was opened wide. I so desperately wanted to keep her here but I knew that my job now was to surrender.
Georgia's life and death were beautiful. The memories that we have of her we cherish. The pictures that we have of her we treasure. We watch for signs of her everywhere, from the dozens of birds that visit our yard to the sound of the wind chimes when there is no breeze. We continue to tell her story so that others will know her, understand her...remember her.
We carry her in our hearts every second, of every minute of every day. We continue to fight to end SMA. We talk about her daily. We miss her terribly.
Letting go of Georgia was the hardest thing that I have ever done. I am learning however that the only way to truly find peace is to trust in something greater than myself and to truly surrender.
Love to you all,