Oh my girl.....It's been so long since I wrote about you here and the last time I did, you were alive and present. Forever ago and 30 seconds ago. I would give anything, absolutely anything to have you in the next room. But it will not be, not ever. Never, never, never..........Today, I can barely draw a breath for the pain in my chest. It constricts and tightens the muscles around my heart, my lungs, literally making it hard to inhale. You are so very absent. I cannot see you, hear you, touch you. The more time passes, the more deeply, scorchingly I feel your loss.
You are everywhere, yet nowhere. I just found your school backpack. Six days in attendance for what should have been your junior year. Your notebooks, with just a page used. Your Buzz Lightyear folder, and your binder that we picked out together. With such hope in our hearts. Such yearning for normalcy.Your school assignment notebook, the cover already doodled on. MADILYN it says across the top. And you drew 2 orange cancer ribbons on the front with the words "go baby" next to one. Orange, for your disease. Leukemia. Motherfucking Leukemia. I am so broken over you. Your assignments were written in and you even wrote down your scheduled chemo date. As if all juniors in high school have that in their schedules. CHEMO in big letters.
It didn't work baby, I am so sorry. I am so, so sorry that you went through so much. I am sorry the immune system that we created for you didn't work against this disease. I am so sorry that you are not here with us, where you belong. People want to compare this loss to others, but there is not comfort in that. This pain of ours seems unbearable. We still want to be your Mommy and your Daddy. Leukemia fired us from our position and we want our jobs back. YOur brother needs his sister, and even your dog, visits your room everyday and tucks herself in among the cozy things still on your bed. Where they wait for you.
What should we do with the batting cage, with the pitching screen, with the trampoline? All the things from our yard that will not be used again. Things other people don't even have to think about. We do, daily. So many little things that represent you, or belonged to you. Why, oh why do we even have to make these decisions. I am so angry, so hurt, so sad, so everything. We went to a Red Sox game for you in Cleveland, it wasn't the same without you. But we went to feel you. We will go to Boston in September. Without you. I am sorry we never made it as a family. But we want to go to the place you wanted to see. We want to see you there. Feel you there. Know you are there. Know that if you could have, you would have sung the national anthem. It would have been the most beautiful thing we ever would have heard.
Tonight, I cannot stop the tears for you. The graduation parties, the upcoming graduations of so many of your friends. You would have gone, cheered them on, been proud of them. You will not be in the audience this year, or next year for your own day in the spotlight.
What should Daddy and I do for the rest of our lives without you? We just want you to come home. Love, love, love, love you my girl. Where are you? What are you doing right now? Are you next to me as I sit here and cry, are you 'on assignment' somewhere else in the world. Where are you Mattie? My heart is screaming for you, and I want to hear your response. Not today, not in this life. And that is killing me and I promised you I would not lay around in bed and cry all the time. I am working on it. I don't lay in bed too long, but I do cry all the time. For you.
Goodnight baby, I love you.