We haven't decided yet, just how we are going to spend that gut wrenching day of April 23. Maybe do another balloon launch at Carly's grave site. Just not sure. And quite honestly, who wants to "plan" what you're going to do to honor your 8 year old who was taken away from her loving family? But in all honesty, we haven't even talked about. Maybe we think, don't talk about it..it wont happen.. I really don't know just what we think.
You wouldn't believe the things that go through your head at a time like this. The should have could have, the whys and why not. Why my kid, why not someone else. I know that sounds nasty and harsh, but I'm serious. Why not someone else?? Someone who was sick. Someone who was mean and hateful. Why my sweet little 8 year old? Of course, saying that to Ashleigh, who has the heart the size of Texas...always has this come back for us, "well, because God doesn't want evil and mean people in Heaven." I try to convince myself of that, I really do...but until you've been there - done that, you can't realize how hard it is to convince yourself of that statement of Ashleigh's being true.
Then, we come back to the whole God thing. Still pretty uncertain there is a God out there. As I've said numerous times before, "there was no God in the ER on April 23" Trust me on that one! If...and that's a BIG IF.. HE, does exist, HE left our girl just when she needed HIM most. And why did HE not show us any signs of trouble looming? A sudden dropping dead on your living room floor is not the way signs of trouble should be... WARNING signs are what I'm talking about.
The only time we may have seen a shred of help from, HIM on that horrific day..was while Paul was working on Carly in our living room. But even then we question, was that God who brought Carly back?? Or was that a daddy who was working vigorously on his baby girl? Screaming at her, in between breathing into her mouth..."stay with me Carly, stay with daddy." I think, and I know many of you will majorly disagree with me on this, but I think, it was a dedicated, loving daddy who worked that miracle and brought his baby back. A daddy who only had basic CPR training. A daddy who wasn't ready, willing or able to give up on his baby girl. A baby girl who had beat the odds time and time again. As I have said many times over the course of the past year, "there was no God that day...if HE was around...the only thing HE did was sit on his @$$ while our daughter died right before our eyes." Yep, I've said that a hundred times. And until you've been there and witnessed something of this magnitude, you will never understand my take on that day back in April.
Okay,,enough about God and me/us with all our questions/doubts of there even being a God. And before you all go freaking out on me. For the umpteenth time, I know what the Bible says. I had a grandfather who was a preacher. I know full well what we are "suppose" to believe. But trust me, if it were you, 11+ months later, you'd be doubtful too. Okay, maybe not all of you...but a great deal of you would be.
Another day that is approaching us rather quickly, is Easter. I think...we're going to skip the whole traditional Easter thing this year.
The following are pictures from last Easter. Did you catch that?? LAST EASTER! You can't imagine how hard it is for me to type, "last" anything when it comes to Carly? Probably not.
Carly had so much fun with her Easter basket, going to, papa and grandmas house. Having Easter dinner with my family. Who would have thought that only two measly weeks after these pic's were taken, that we'd be holding our baby in our arms for the very last time? I sure never dreamed it.
Carly was so excited to wear this Easter dress.
She picked it out all on her own.
Actually, we gave her a couple of different choices.
I wanted her to pick a really cute little pink dress.
BUT....Carly, said, "NO!" "RED!"
Therefore, Carly had a "Red" Easter dress!