THE HARD PART
The moment my daughter learned about the truth, she immediately ran to the window and pretended to look outside. She had her face turned away from me, her shoulders tensed,her fists were clenched in anger. I knew then that my daughter just had her heart broken into a million pieces for the first time in her life.
We buried her puppy, Elèna, yesterday. Trying hard to hide her pain, she refused to cry even when her eyes were already brimming with tears. It was only when I looked her in the eye and said it was okay to cry that she let herself go. Her sobs were more than I could take, I probably cried harder than she ever did yesterday.
Elèna was the best of the best friends. They did almost everything together and I’m pretty sure there were times my daughter preferred her company and warmth more than mine.
“I tried so hard to keep her alive, Mama. Why did she have to die?” She said this in between sobs. All I could do was hug her as tightly as I could, willing for her sadness to go away.
Before going to bed last night, my little girl softly uttered a prayer and said, “You know how I feel, Lord. Please make me happy again. Help me remember all the good memories with Elèna” and then cried herself to sleep.
We held each other as tightly as we could that night. It was as if the world suddenly ended, our hearts were packed with sadness.
Fare thee well, little Elèna girl. You lived a good, however short, life on earth bringing joy to my sweet, little girl, teaching her about love and loss. She’ll always have your memories as solace for her grief. Know that if love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.