Jillian

Today is two years since we lost Jillian Evelyn. I remember her very brief pregnancy and all that surrounded it pretty well. I remember bawling on the phone with friends. Not wanting to tell Chris on the phone or via email, yet trying to convince him to just COME HOME. In addition to all these memories, there is one other. One that I had allowed to slip my mind somehow. That is, until yesterday (or was it today, early morning?) when a friend commented on FaceBook and reminded me.

As I was mourning the loss of my baby girl, my best friend's son was fighting for his life. He was admitted to the hospital for his life-saving bone marrow transplant the week Jill was due. I felt strongly at the time (and still do) that Jill was there seeing Joey through transplant. As much as I'd love to have my baby girl, Joey is here today. He's alive. He's healthier than he's ever been. He has beaten Langerhans Cell Histiocytosis. I can't discount that. Here is a blog post from last year talking about it.

The following is an image that I had made for Joey. This was printed and framed, then mailed to him to take to transplant.