Grieving the Unfair Silence

✨️"Missing my baby" doesn't begin to describe the ache in my heart. Since D'Koda's fatal accident, I've lived in a constant state of fear, grappling with the unknown. Her life was cut short at just five years old – a harsh reality that will never sit right with me. If fate had to take someone, it should have been me. I would give anything to turn back time and have her back in my arms.✨️

✨️🤍Looking at pictures of D'Koda brings me to tears, so I've limited them around the house to protect my own mental health. Yet, even in her absence, I still hear her laughter and voice in my mind. Mia's giggles and yells at her sisters echo D'Koda's tone, making the pain feel both familiar and unbearable.🤍✨️

✨️😭Being a mother is hard, but being a mother to only some of my children is a unique kind of pain. I carried D'Koda for eight months, watched her grow for five years, and spent 48 agonizing hours by her side as her life slipped away. The silence where her presence once was is deafening.😭✨️

😭I'm left to navigate this uncharted territory, finding ways to honor her memory while caring for the children who remain. It's a journey without a roadmap, but I press on, holding onto the memories and love we shared.😔😭❤️