Faith

5 years today, baby girl, you left this world at 8:50 p.m.. They turned off lift support and I remember when the nurse looked at me and nodded her head to signal that you were gone. Few minutes went by and we started walking out of the ICU. I turned back to see you laying in that bed all alone and realizing this will be the one and only time I leave you completely alone. What happened after I left? Did they take good care of you or just throw you with all the other people who died? Then I think about them transporting your body to the crematory and wonder if the ones handling your body are handling you with care. Did they feel anything when they seen your little body being placed in the chamber? Who wouldn't feel the pain if they put themselves in any parents shoes. We are left here to try to answer our own questions, but we truly don't know. We hope we made the right choices on your final day. Although will there ever be peace over the choices we made? No. We just try to have faith that the body was just the mask of your actual self and continue living our life as best as we can. Faith has to be bigger than the fear and I think faith was bigger then and continues to be the hope of seeing you again 🙏🏼💕🙏🏼💕