I saw her only briefly,but it was enough to make me lover her. Enough to make me scream, hate, want to kill, cry in a way I have never cried. Experience a sadness that traps you and even though a year has passed you still find you haven't escaped it. And I know I never will.
This time last year I received a call, never a good sign at 2:30am. But never in a million years did I expect the news I got.
I think I know what she would have looked like if she were alive today, I can almost see her face. She has a permanent smile and of course has a head too large in proportion to the rest of her body just like all the babies born in my family, wavy dark hair and fat fat cheeks. But when I dig deeper to see the color of her eyes, I don't see anything. When my niece died she still had newborn eyes, I never got to see if they were going to be blue like her mother's. I imagine if she did have blue eyes she would have grown up to look exactly like Scarlett O'Hara.
Evangeline Grace, you are in my thoughts today as you are everyday.