Earlier this week, my wife and I visited our God child’s grave. She passed away two years ago in a tragic accident in front of the whole family. I wanted to write a little about her here. She was a very special child.
Her life began with both a mother and father who really didn’t want her. Her mother was a drug user and drank a lot during the pregnancy. Her mother was on several drugs to control various mental and psychological health issues. Her father was also a drug user, but he ended up spending most of his time in jail during the pregnancy. Needless to say, she was born early with many heath and mental problems. One of her grandmothers noticed how she was being treated and that she needed a better place and more consistent life style (she was autistic). After being awarded custody of her, she grew and became a more controlled and loving person. She was starting to enjoy life. She was funny, and a trouble maker. It struck me odd that he would always fall back into old ways and be panicked when her mom showed up (irregularly and unpredictably, at that). She loved to go fishing and play with the rod and drag it until a blue gill or other pan fish bit at her hook. Given all the problems she had, she was a trooper who loved life (except when her mom was around).
Lily was a wonderful person and someone who loved life. I miss her.