I can hardly believe she would be that old! It is just weird to think of her at that age because kids grow so much from 2 years old to 6 years old. She has been back in heaven longer than she was here on the earth. But yet, at times, it seems like we just had her here. Then at other times, it feels longer than what it really has been.2 days old
I have really done a lot better with this anniversary than I usually do. Sure, I have had my moments, and as painful as they are - this time I didn't stop them from coming. But usually it is for about an entire week before that is really hard. Maybe it is because there is a lot going on, or maybe it is because time is healing some of my open wounds. Last night I let myself really break down. I let the tears fall freely. I let myself be consumed in thoughts about my daughter. I prayed that I would feel her near. I prayed that I would have peace and comfort.I let the mental videos of her play in my head. As I have thought about the ones that were "playing" in my head, it was interesting that they have something in common. Her smile and her laughter and her sweetness. I wish I could just upload my mental videos and let you all see her. A smile would undoubtedly appear on your face. It was just contagious!
One that I clearly remember was when I was making dinner one night. In our Colorado house, we had one of those big long island/bar counters that attach to the wall. (hopefully you can picture that). Anyway, I had put Karleigh in her wheelchair so that she could watch me make dinner and feel included. She always needed to know that I was right there with her and she loved to be a part of everything and loved to have a conversation with you (in her own little special way). I put her on the other side of the counter (bar stool side) while I was on the opposite side. I got kind of involved in what I was making and kind of didn't pay attention to her for a minute. She squirmed the same way she always did when she wanted some attention. As I looked up at her, I remember this sly little look on her face. She was VERY good at teasing and completely knew what she was doing when she did it!! She had this look on her face telling me...."I bet you wouldn't dare come over here and tickle me!" It was so funny and so magnetic that I obviously had to then do the...."I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you" as I walked slowly over to her with my hands in tickle position! And then I guess you can imagine what happened next. Shear laughter and fun as I went and tickled her overly-ticklish body! Every time I would go back to the other side of the counter, she would give me that sly look again to tell me to come get her! We did that back and forth for a little while, having an absolute blast. Her laugh was SO incredibally full and addicting! Finally, I had to stop or we wouldn't be eating that night! So I stood on the other side of the counter and just did "Boo" over and over and over while I made dinner so that we could keep the laughing going. That was such a fun night! I will always remember how her eyes and smile were that evening.
Now before I tell the rest of the story, I have to give this little background. For those that never knew Karleigh, you have to understand a little about her muscle tone. She was diagnosed later in her life with CP (cerebral palsy). Sometimes she would be very "floppy" and other times her muscles would be so rigid you couldn't move her. She had a very hard time controlling her muscles and getting her arms and hands to do what she wanted. It took a lot of concentration and diligence to get them right where she wanted them. To keep them in that spot was another very difficult thing for her to do. Ok - back to the story....
I later talked with my mom and my sister, Marci. I truly have been blessed with the most wonderful family! They let me cry a bit and then told me of a poem that Marci had written for today. It is down below. They were taking treats to their friends and passing on Karleigh's love. I cried as my mom read it to me and decided that the kids and I were going to do the same thing. Thank you, Marci for doing this and inspiring us to do the same.We’d like to tell you of a girl we know
Who passed away a few years ago.
This is not a story of sorrow and tears;
Instead, it is one of smiles and cheers.
You see, her life was a gift from our
Father above;
And she taught us all what it meant to love.
Her eyes told a story of promise and hope,
And her giggles could cheer even the grumpiest mope.
Today we celebrate her precious life,
And try to remember there are blessings amid strife.
Although she is missed more than words can say,
Her message of love goes on each day.
So enjoy these treats and as you do,
Remember always there are many who love you.
Karleigh Ann Stimpson
10/16/02 – 4/14/05
Chris wrote a poem that I will also include in this ever long post. I am grateful for my wonderful husband and children. I am grateful for this day 6 years ago when a beautiful Angel girl came to our home to bless and inspire us. I am grateful for her laughter and her happiness. I am grateful to know that she is still ever near and that I will some day see her beautiful face again. We love you, Karleigh Ann!
Winter’s Discord – Hope Restored
Winter solstice bitter and cold
Our souls sinking in loneliness
Day by day our bodies growing old
God’s plan of Happiness
Hope it restores to our soul.
A seed sowed in strife
In soils fertile with love
Nature’s harmony absent
A flower begins life
A discord to rise above.
Patient and longing
In darkness and silence
Root takes hold
Its shape in forming
All dreams to mold.
Into sunlight she emerged
The bud pure and whole
With radiance to behold
All beauty worth more than gold
Lo, we are made whole.
A mold to fulfill
Petals to show forth
A world to overcome
All harmony to instill
With time all will come.
Petals bent and bruised
Molded dreams dashed
In darkness enters discord
All hope now confused
Our souls lie anguished.
All truth denied
Greater still the hope
Determined to fit the mold
Reality takes hold
Fears now subside.
An eternal flower still
In need of love
All things the same
A discord to rise above
In soils fertile still.
Determination renewed
The mold our souls break
Hope no longer confused
All harmony to make
The world is subdued.
Petals unique with beauty
Spirit pure and whole
Our souls now delight
Shared into community
The burden now is light.
As the sun sets
She withers in strength
Petals bent and bruised
Her life now lets
Again, our hope confused.
Spring returns
All beauty to impart
Each flower in perfection
All discord to depart
Forever in our heart she burns.
By: Christopher Stimpson