10/16/2017
It already seems like a lifetime, but in reality it has only been two weeks since I laid near Anais holding her hand. Although exhausted, I didn’t want to waste what little time I had left with her sleeping. I prayed the rosary, recited our nightly prayers and blessed her with the holy oils of St. Joseph, St. Charbel, St. Raphael and Fr. Seelos, and the holy waters of Our Lady of Lourdes, Kibeho, Lavang, and San Juan de Valle. Anais & I added most of these prayers and blessings to our nightly prayers the week she was diagnosed. As time went by, Anais often said how much our nightly prayer ritual relaxed her and comforted her … as it did for me, especially on her last night, and I was able to sleep for a little while.
Those last two weeks in the hospital went by so quickly. When Anais was admitted, it never crossed my mind that the end was so close. Yes, she was no longer in remission. Yes, she had two failed BMTs. Yes, her options were few with none leading to a cure. But yes, we still had so much hope, so many plans and dreams. She was still making plans for Homecoming week, making plans for us to go away for Thanksgiving, making plans for us to go to Hawaii with our extended family, the Fergusons. There was still so much she wanted to do in Houston ….. so much she wanted to do in life. I honestly felt she had surpassed and conquered so many obstacles before and this would be no different. It wasn’t until the day we decided to intubate that I realized she needed a miracle. It wasn’t until her death that I fully realized God’s plans were much bigger than ours.
I know in my heart and in my mind that Anais is in heaven. I continue to smile and find joy in knowing this and continue to marvel over how the blessing of knowing this was bestowed upon me by Noah’s visions. Anais has blessed others with beautiful signs that she is near, and I find great comfort in those also.
Multiple times a day, though, I find myself longing for her. We spent almost every moment together in the same room for close to two years. We completed each other’s thoughts and sentences … we completed each other. The majority of our days were spent talking and laughing. The difficult days were spent with me comforting her, massaging her, listening to her fears, praying even harder. There were days just prior to Anais being intubated that she took over my role and comforted me. I told her that was not how it was suppose to be …. her response was her beautiful smile and hugging me oh so gently. Looking back on the special moments of that last week, I now know my sweet girl knew that her days were coming to an end.
I have often heard that time heals and that the loss of a loved one will get easier. I don’t think that holds true in a lot of instances but most especially with the loss of your child. Each day the reality of Anais not being physically here becomes more and more apparent. At times I can feel a grip tightening around my heart. Other times it seems as if an actual piece of my heart is gone, and the feeling that remains is indescribable. During these times, I remember that God is right here. He has not left me just as he did not leave Anais or me the entire time we battled together against her cancer. I just have to remind myself of this and ask Him for help. Once I do, I can feel that heavy burden of grief lift …. it seems though that with each passing day, I need to call on God more and more frequently. I am so thankful for the knowledge that He has renewed mercy and grace sufficient for the needs of the day at hand …. you just need to remember to ask for it.
I continue to beg our Lord and our Mother for what I need and want, but not before giving thanks for all my blessings. I am blessed to be the mother of two amazing girls …. I have seen God’s hand in both of our girls’ adoptions and so many times throughout the years. I am blessed to have a husband who had to carry a tremendous load in our absence from each other, who supported all of his family with the strength we needed and never complained. I am blessed to have a tremendous amount of support from so many. I am no longer begging for Anais to be healed, for I know she is healed and without pain. What I beg for now, every morning and every night, is that Jesus hugs my sweet girl and Mary kisses her soft cheeks for me, and that we will be reunited in Heaven.
I find Anais constantly in my thoughts encouraging me … I don’t know if this is truly her or if it is just a coping mechanism. I choose, though, to believe it is her and is another blessing. Anais was amazing here on Earth. I can only imagine how amazing she is in Heaven.
As Always,
Anais is my Heart.