If you ever see these plates on the road, it’s me.

The mother of three beautiful girls; two in this world & one beyond the sea.

She sends us signs sometimes, to tell us she’s ok & that everything’s going to be alright.

Always on our weakest days, giving us strength to continue to fight.

In form of a rainbow, bird, cloud or butterfly; our Haileyfly.

Suddenly appearing in plain sight.

Just as delicate, beautiful, graceful & playful as our baby girl used to be.

Fluttering around, so free. So free.

We smile when we see a Haileyfly, because we feel her spirit near.

A sign of hope, that is so needed, that is so dear.

Never forgotten baby girl. We love you. ❤


The Second Year

Last New Year’s Eve:

“Woke up to the birds chirping outside my window, now the sun is out after 2 weeks of rain. This year was the worst year of my life but it’s taught me so many things. What I choose to take from it I want to share with all of you…the ones that have seen me at my worst and lifted me up from the darkest place: I know there is something better waiting for us at the end of this life. We are destined for certain things & we make choices on others. But this isn’t it, something more awaits us…I know this because my baby’s given me so many signs & because I can feel her spirit around me, specially today. This is what keeps us going. So just remember that no matter how dark it gets, look for the light…and don’t forget to enjoy the sun after the rain. Wishing you all a healthy happy new year. Don’t be afraid to love & live passionately. We are just visitors here, passing through. Love you all đź’śđź’ś


Today: New Year’s Eve 2016.

Much of what I wrote last year remains true.

We still receive our signs, in more subtle ways; but when we need them the most.

We still feel her beautiful spirit around us, because we include her in almost everything that we do. Every birthday, holiday & each & every milestone; she is there guiding us every step of the way. We keep her alive in our memory, in our hearts & in every breath.

This helps keep us alive, in that way too.

The difference however in the second year…is accepting that all this has be enough. Enough to sustain us. That there can’t & won’t ever be more.

Not just today or tomorrow, but for the rest our lives. Time has moved on for everyone else, but for us, she will stay 10 forever.

The longing takes over in the second year. Longing to turn back time, to have her back in our arms. Missing her to the point of madness.

So. Desperately. Missing. Her.

Her hugs, her voice, her laughter, her smile…

Relying on memories alone to bring her back, even if just momentarily. To see her in pictures, videos or in our dreams, can bring mostly joy now….instead of crushing pain.

I remember being haunted my some words a couple of bereaved moms once said to me in the beginning, “The second year will be worse.” I remember thinking…

How could it possibly get any worse? 

Maybe not worse- just different.

The pain- transformed.

One reason is: acceptance. The process itself: excruciating.

First, to have to accept the loss of our beautiful daughter. Second, to accept the amount of unbearable pain that comes with it. Third, coming to terms with the realization that it’s never going away.

That it’s made a permanent home in the very core of our being.

By accepting it, we also now have to learn how to live with it.

Not just to exist….

But to really learn how to live with it. 

In this totally different world. Being a totally different person. Living a life we never asked for.

It’s like being reborn & having to start all over. Slowly learning how to walk & talk again. First minute by minute, then hour by hour, day by day. Still now…day by day.

It’s so hard to learn how to walk again, when those big crashing waves of grief knock you down every chance they get. Again & again…

Destroying anything you thought you built in way of protection. So you again try & rebuild. Again & again.

The waves come as easily & fiercely in the second year. Triggered by the slightest memory, a vision, a song…a smell. It doesn’t take much.

You learn to swim a little better each time. You even learn how to float. Floating actually becomes essential.

Because: “The pain doesn’t lessen over time. We just learn how to carry it.”

All the carrying, the crashing, the rebuilding. It’s exhausting.

Sometimes all you can do, is float. But it’s better than sinking. Whatever you do, don’t sink. When it becomes a choice, you cannot sink.

The second year is a bit lonelier too.

By now, many expect us to be back to “normal”. Eager for us to get through it…some maybe even wanting us to get over it.

Others move on. Others forget.

Family & friends wish to have us back the way we used to be.

If only we could.

Losing a child & sibling is one of the most devastating tragedies any human could endure.

In the world of child loss, we not only mourn our past, present & future…we mourn  ourselves. We realize early on that things will never again go back to the way they used to be. 

Still & worse…in the second year.

It seems that patience & compassion is lost with the grieving after just a such a short time.

Society makes no exceptions.

There are limits on bereavement leave. There are social media limits too. No one wants or knows how to handle misery. It’s easier to live in our ‘pretend’ happy lives…

A friend got a new toaster? 100 likes

A friend is sad? Again? 10 likes…they just want attention.

But where there is bad, there is also good.

True friends. True family. These strong, loving & loyal ones. The ones that still stand by our side, holding our hands. The only ones that really matter. 💜

Without them, there would be no ‘us’.

The good that I’ve learned this second year is: that there is no expiration date on grief, because there is no expiration date on love. That “grief is just an extension of love.”

So if we talk about her, remember her & cry for her…it’s not because we haven’t accepted she’s gone.

It’s because we have.

Grief is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s brought us the gift of love & provided us with this remarkable strength we are so thankful for.

Even in our darkest days, we will continue to use it to hold each other up & to try to live life the best way we can, in Hailey’s honor.💜

In this second year- love still wins. 🦋

She may be gone from this Earth, but never from our my minds, never from our hearts.

-We dedicate this picture to all who have been there for us & to our beautiful Hailey-



The pain of losing you
Makes it hard to breath
Makes it hard to sleep
Trying very hard
Not to harden underneath

Just miss my sunshine
That beautiful smile
For those warm hugs & kisses
I’d walk a million mile

Just promise me baby girl
To wait for me
If I can make it through
Wait for me on the other side
Behind those skies of blue

Promise me and I’ll promise you
In my arms you’ll be
Then hand in hand
We’ll fly the skies together
And swim through every sea

We’ll be together once again
And remain…

For all eternity.


Something good

When I’m feeling lost, broken or just missing my baby girl so much I can’t breathe, I try to remember something good.

Something good like this…

The speech her sister Isabelle wrote a couple days before Hailey’s service:

“Hailey was a special person. She was sweet, funny, nice, and saw the best in everyone. Hailey was the best friend or family member anyone could ever have. We have to hope that God took her away for a good reason. Because maybe something worse could have happened in the future. Hailey had a big heart and no one will forget that. We have to keep her memories alive as long as we live. And one day I promise we will see her again. Hailey & Kayla are and always be my best friends forever.

My family was the best thing that ever happened to me. And they are the loves of my life. And I realize now that instead of fighting and arguing with each other, we have to be loving and caring and cherish every moment that we spent alive. I know that it is going to be hard to go on with our lives but we will have to be strong. Because Hailey is watching over us and she does not want to see us sad because if we do then she will get sad.

And we have to remember that Hailey is a beautiful angel and that she is no longer in pain and that she is having fun. There were so many things she wanted to do in life but now she can do it in heaven. We have to look for signs that she is there. And that Hailey is in a better place now.”


Admittedly, the day of her service, like most days after, are sort of a blur to me.

But the image of my nine year old daughter Isabelle reading this speech out loud that day, in front of all our loved ones, on a bright sunny day, will never leave me. An image… that will gladly replace others just a couple weeks prior.

Not many spoke that day, which is okay. The ones that did were amazing & heartfelt. It also made Isabelle’s speech that much more special. I couldn’t of been prouder of our little girl, standing there showing such amazing courage, love & strength.

Heartbreaking & beautiful, I will always remember her words. I will always be proud. The resilience & love both my daughters continue to show still amazes me. It teaches & guides me. It gets me through each day. The lesson of a lifetime…

It’s my something good.

something good

Sister’s Love

Bella wrote this note to her sister just a few hours after Hailey passed away, using my cell phone:


The first time I read it, it broke my heart yet again, into a million little pieces. But I saved it anyway. To this day, it’s still there.

Every now & then I will look at it & remember. Remember the pain & the heartache. But the love too. The sweet words from one sister & best friend to another.

It also encouraged me to start writing letters to Hailey & I have been doing so for over a year now.

How do we stop communicating to our loved ones after death?

We can’t. Just like we can’t stop loving them…

They are always with us, in our thoughts & prayers. Embedded in our hearts & our DNA.

We always remember.

In the beginning

The Darkest Days


Dark are the days
Since my sunshine was taken away
Upon my darkest hours
Is when I don’t see a future without her

Wondering what the point is
Of living this life with no bliss

Feeling like faith has betrayed me
Leaving me with only memories
Of what used to be

Dark are the days
Missing the love I knew
Searching for her in everything
That is beautiful, pure & true

Not a day goes by
That I bow my head down & cry
Missing our sweet angel
That now flies through the sky

Even on the darkest days
We go on & put on a show
Pretending everything’s alright
It’s better that no one know

Dark are the days
When we realize with words unspoken
Nothing will bring her back

And our hearts will remain forever broken

broken chain