Remembering Paizley Ann

"If you know someone who has lost a child, and you're afraid to mention them because you think you might make them sad by reminding them that they died--you're not reminding them. They didn't forget they died. What you're reminding them of is that you remembered that they lived, and that is a great gift."

~Elizabeth Edwards~

There comes a point after any tragic occurance where people tend to fade back into their own lives. People are passionate in their feelings for a moment, but if the experience doesn't directly pertain to them, their interest fades away and the only ones left with that tragedy are the people who it directly affected. That happens with the loss of a baby. The ones who haven't faded are the ones who know the struggle and feel the pain. And those that don't know, forget about that little girl when the next tragedy of interest rolls along leaving other poor victims in wreckage. This is life. I can't say I haven't been the one to fade away. It's natural, it's normal. I have absolutely faded.

An example of this is 9/11. The world was set on fire. We mourned the loss of thousands. Now, I'm pretty sure the only people who think about those victims every single day are the ones who lost their husband, father, mother, brother... the people most directly affected.

But just because I don't talk about her everyday doesn't mean I forgot. It doesn't mean that a single day goes by that I don't think about her. It's always nice when other people show they haven't forgotten as well.