You never heard the stories we told Channah- will never know about flutter and toro or blacky cacky. Never heard the lullabies or felt us rub your back while we tried to soothe you to sleep. I will never get to wipe your tears or snuggle you in the mornings. You will never get a bracha from your Abba.
You will never feel the May wind on your face or see the streets lined with succahs. Never wear a purim costume or dance with your Abba on simchat torah. But you are my daughter and I love you so much I can not even begin to tell you how much I will miss you at each of those moments. I can imagine your laugh and your smile- see your blue eyes that I imagine are just like your sister’s. Feel your warm little arms around my neck.
My Gabbi I will never, ever forget you. You are with me every moment of every day, and every minute is more lonely for your loss. I love you so, so much.
2 ½ weeks have gone by now and I miss you more and more every day. They tell me it will get easier, but I don’t believe them. Each day is harder that the last. Everyone keeps reminding me I need to go on for Channah and for your abba, but I only ache to have you in my arms. I want to come be with you my sweet Gabbi- I only don’t know how to get there. It takes more courage that I can get together.
I love you Gabbi.