Well, a lot has happened in the last few days. Austin and I went down for our nephew Jack’s first birthday party. It was really nice meeting him and spending time with everyone. There was two little babies there. They were four months, and exactly the same age Maya was when she died. It was so hard being around them. Beautiful little girls, but they reminded me so much of my baby. I miss her so much.
Let’s see, what else did we do. We went to the mall for Austin’s first time ever. And we went to the zoo for the first time for both of us. It was so cool. We got to feed the giraffes.
Maya was supposed to be there though. She should have been there for all of it. She should have been with all of her cousins at Jack’s party. She should have gone to the mall with us, and the zoo, and shopping, and the pond. She would have loved it. Why couldn’t she be here still? It’s not fair.
She was supposed to grow up with her cousins. And now they’ll never even get to meet her. It makes me angry. Why was MY baby taken? Why not the babies of all of the horrible parents in the world? There’s people that are abusive and disgusting to their children, and nothing ever happens to them. But we were good parents. We did everything right. And she was happy. And loved. But she was still taken. I just don’t understand.