Always My Baby

On January 12, 2018, on an ordinary Friday, my life as I knew it ended. My most precious 13 year old daughter, Elira, took her own life. What I remember the most before realizing she had left us is the silence, the deafening silence that would follow me in the days ahead. In that moment, I didn’t quite realize that the silence would become the anthem of my painful days ahead. Some other days, I also remember pieces and parts of my painful screams for my baby, the raw pain of feeling my heart and soul being ripped into half, the pain of separation from my love.

I am writing this blog to document my journey on this earth without Elira but also to share my journey of finding out how love heals and how it mends, how it crosses the veil of life and death to keep us connected. Elira is my daughter and she is my light. Her birth was my blessing and her death is not the end. Her story continues. I will carry the torch that carries her light for as long as I live, I will always be Elira’s Mom.