It was September 8th, 2009 when I called my mom on the phone and told her about our little Lily love. Over hours on the phone, the Lord restored our relationship and knit our hearts together in a new way, over our shared love for the precious wee babe growing in my womb. I was around 13 1/2 weeks gestation at that point. My mom says she feels like she was deprived all those weeks of knowing and loving Lily while she was here.
She is Lily's grandmother. Lily was her first-born granddarling. And she always will be.
I went to the Green Valley Book Fair in October 2009, when I was pregnant with Lily. I got my mom a Mary Engelbreight book called "When a child is born, so is a grandmother." Just recently, I came across this book.
Now, because of everything that happened with losing Lily, I cringe a little bit at the title... because I realize that my mom became a grandmother, not the moment when Lily was born, but the moment she was conceived. She didn't lose her status as a grandmother because Lily died. It's still a special book, knowing I got it for my mom while Lily was here. I even have the dust jacket in Lily's scrapbook.
|my mom and Lily on March 16, 2010|
"Grandparents cry twice. They cry for their grandchild that died, and they cry for the inconsolable grief their own child has to bear." -Mary Lou Reed
This quote captures what grandparents experience. I guess you could say my grandmother cries thrice.
Time, distance, and even death cannot thwart the love of a grandparent.