One week ago the unimaginable happened far too close to home. Sweet Birklee Mae Giroux gained her wings and flew home to Jesus' arms. Birklee was one of Hudson's few daycare buddies. He went to a very small, loving, close knit in-home daycare, and has been with these other 5 children since e was a year old. Birklee had just turned 4, and celebrated her birthday with a party on Saturday before going to sleep monday night and never waking up. Her passing was sudden, unexpected and the cause is still unknown. My heart and mind can't even begin to comprehend the pain and sorrow her family is feeling right now. I know how sad and upset I feel about her passing and I am pretty sure I should multiply that by a million. Birklee was such a Darling little girl, and I remember her around 2 years old always running up to me at daycare when I came to pick up Hudson and wanting me to pick ER up and hold her. Her smile was so contagious. Oh her smile! It pains me to think of what her life would have become, what kind of girl she would be, what a gorgeous young woman he would have been.
I can't look at my own children now without feeling so incredibly blessed. I can't imagine losing one of my babies. I have stared at them each night, counting the rise and fall of their chests before thanking the Lord for these gifts, and trying to imagine how I'd feel if they were gone. I can't. It brings a lump to my throat and years to my eyes.
I'm amazed at the strength of Birklees family when I saw them at her funeral Sunday. I hope I never have to attend a child's funeral again... It just is not fair. It isn't the way it should be. if you are a prayer, please put Birklee's family (dad Brian, mom Billie and brother Brody) in your prayers.