November 28th Twenty Years Later

Twenty years have past and so much has happened since that November day when I was anxiously awaiting the birth of our third little girl.

Kaley grew up, dancing, singing, and playing with numbers in college.  She changed boyfriends, hair color, met the man of her dreams and got married.  She even had a baby!  Avalon, the first granddaughter and niece!  Kaley was always a little “mother” caring for others with her common sense.  I always told Jeff if anything happened to me not to worry- Kaley would be in charge of everything!  She has always watched over her little sisters the same way.

Courtney also grew into a beautiful, young woman.  She played sports, sang her heart out at any given moment, and had many, many friends.  Proms, musicals and plays, serving at church and now, an entrepreneur humming away to success with a needle and thread.  Her husband is the man of her dreams and is a great brother-in-law.  As the middle child she has been the peace keeper between her sisters.

Maddie wasn’t even Maddie yet.  I always thought she was the gift of our perseverance from that day.  She  has become a beautiful, child of God!  She loves God more than I can even comprehend and whenever I need special prayers, I know she’s the one to call on.  Her faith is deep and wide and so very strong.  Her hair is lighter, she sunburns, and has Lake Michigan blue eyes.  She sings, dances, and loves with all her heart.  She is eagerly awaiting God’s choice for her placement in college.

Twenty years later I can’t help but wonder who this November baby would have been in our family tree.  I don’t see her as a baby any longer, she too, is a grown woman.  So if your life wouldn’t have ended when it had just begun, I wonder:

  • What color would your eyes be?
  • Hair color?
  • Would you be the tallest, shortest or thinnest or thickest of the Helman girls?
  • What sports would you play?
  • Who would your first kiss go to?
  • Favorite color?  Food?  Perfume?
  • Would you be musical like the other girls?  Artistic like me?  Dad?
  • Would you like dogs, cats, or both?
  • Would you have a special song/game to play with Avalon?
  • Would you fight with your sisters?
  • How many pinky promises would there be between you 4 girls?
  • Would you have a favorite subject?
  • Where would you be attending college?
  • Would you be obedient or rebellious?
  • I know you would love God….He loved you so much that He spared you from all of the worlds’ sin.  You were/are THAT perfect.

I miss you so much and wish you could have stayed on that cold day.  I will never forget you for you will live forever in my heart.

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is there your heart will be also”.

Matthew 6:20-21

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8 Responses to “November 28th Twenty Years Later”

  1. Wow. This was so beautiful, Mom. Having a daughter of my own now, I’m even more amazed by your strength. I can’t imagine what you and Dad went through, but still, it breaks my heart. Love this tribute to her, and love pondering these same things. xo

  2. I echo Kaley’s exact sentiments – you are a hero, Mom. Mara would’ve been very lucky to have spent the last 20 years here with you and Dad, as Kaley, Maddie and I have been. Wish I could give you a big hug and kiss today.

  3. Tears. I cannot imagine. One day you’ll hold her again. xoxo.

  4. Mara is watching over all of us. She gave me a family before I even came around. Love you so much and I am so grateful for you.

  5. My heart is breaking for the loss of your little girl. I would have loved her as much as I love her sisters.

  6. Jamie,
    Tears are trickling down my cheek. Every time I look at the huge pine tree in your old yard I think of Mara, your beautiful guarding angel.

  7. DaddyPapaJeff Says:

    To bookend the comments of my daughters only seems appropriate, as the Dad, like so many, who loves and cares and looks after his girls. At the cemetery last week I found myself guarded until I picked up a towel and, like I do, absent mindedly started washing Mara’s stone; and it was only then that I lost it, realizing that I never got to care and look after her. But God the Father is and in that I take comfort. Mamie and I have been incredibly blessed, in the highs and the lows, strengthened and formed. We have four of the most beautiful daughters that God could ever create. Love to you all.

  8. That is beautiful, you will get to have her in your arms again.

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