I've been thinking a lot today about how much hope I had, early on in her life, that she would continually get better day by day so we could bring her home. We loved Scarlett so much, we would do whatever it took to bring her home to have her be a part of our every moments. I remember marking each day her improvements and being so excited, and then on other days seeing her set backs and feeling so frustrated.
It was really hard for Jon and I, as it would any parent, to hear her diagnosis of PCH that Monday afternoon in August, and even harder to make the decision to let her return to our Heavenly Father. I don't think we could possibly go through anything harder than that.
Sometimes things don't work out the way we want and it's hard, especially for me. Life is great when I get my way, but when it's not my way, let's just say, I'm a wreck.
But, I've learned through having Scarlett, that life can still be great. And only because we are only separated from our loved who have passed on for a short time.
