Our dear friend Imen recently died after losing her child,
& even though there are contradicting stories, there is a sad thing that we know in our hearts to be true.
Today I made lanterns with my little one’s for St Martins day, and my heart is heavy with memories of the last time we saw Imen before we moved 1,4000 miles away from each other.
This Friday , & every other day of our life, we are grateful for the moments we shared.
I am grateful that we met Imen,
I am grateful for her always being there for Emily & me,
for loving Emily just as much as Anthony & me, & for showing that love in a million different ways.
For the songs she taught us, for the walks we took together,
for late-night playground playdates with my little one wrapped up in Imen’s scarf.
For hot chocolate on rainy days , for pizza lunch dates & teatime cake.
I am grateful that we got to have this amazing person in our life,
even if it was just for a short time.
I am grateful for the plans we made for the future, holidays that would have been spent at each other’s houses, our children playing happily together,
even if it never happened, & now, never will.
Imen, I wish & I wonder all day, I ask myself what could have changed what happened,
and even though I know it is stupid, even though I know I am just stating the obvious,
we all wish you could still be here with us.
Your candle burns brightly in our home all day while we remember you.
You will be greatly missed.