This is the speech I gave on Sept. 19, 2014 at the Remembrance celebrations at BC Children's Hospital. I was to address the parent's perspective. I started speaking, shaking like a leaf, thinking my knees would buckle. And then out of no where, a tea light from the 'row of light' just jumped out almost in front of me, and landed on the floor. It was just a few seconds before I spoke of signs Ella sends and tricks she plays on me. Needless to say, my girl is a trickster. :)
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| row of light |
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| Tea light dropped down |
Hello everyone,
First, let me say I am so
deeply sorry for your loss.
When Linda first asked me
to speak today, I was actually speechless. What could I have to say to bring hope
and comfort to you?
As a bereaved mom almost 6
years in the making, I can tell you it has been a tough journey. It has been a
long journey. But it also has been a rewarding journey. It has been my journey,
and my family’s journey to live.
I can also assure you that
while grief is now a part of us and always will be, it will mold and shape
itself in many different ways as each of us learns to live it with it. The operative word here for me is and always
will be, as I hope it will be for you too: LIVE.
There is a quote that I
have used early on to explain to others my views on my grief:
“Don't cry because it's
over. Smile because it happened.”
Dr. Seuss always spoke the truth. This quote has become
my personal motto and my way of living.
Yes, Ella is gone. True, I cannot share with her a great
meal. A first day of school. The joy of her first love or wrap her in my arms
after her first heartbreak. But I can live life with her in my heart and live
life for and with her through my eyes.
Ella was. And Ella still is. I am her mother and forever
will be.
You too are a parent. And forever will be.
Yes, I cried. Every day.
Multiple times a day. For days on end.
Yes, I was in a fog, as though my body had shut down to
protect it. And that lasted well over a year.
.
There is not a second of every day when I don’t wish for
a different outcome. But in the end, Ella’s short life has changed me for the
better. In helping others afflicted by her rare disease. In supporting bereaved
families likes yours too.
In living my life without regrets.
Yes, I still cry. Out of the blue.
On occasions.
But I live too. And I laugh.
I actually laugh a lot.
And, most importantly, I live.
I’ve chosen that path for myself. Although everyone will
walk their path in a different way, for me, living came as a conscious decision
to honour Ella every day in everything that I do. From the day she passed, I
started wearing pink – the colour she wore so well and which I had once sworn
she’d never be dressed in. You may not always see it, but it is always there.
Every single day.
There are other traditions that came out of losing Ella.
And those like grief, have evolved at their own pace.
And best of all, I’ve opened myself to signs: ladybugs
that show up where they have np business, songs from Ella Fitzgerald – her
namesake – that play unexpectedly where ever I am and funny tricks only a
little girl with a sense a humour could play on her mom.
I remember shortly after she passed coming across photos
taken on the day she died. There on the most difficult day of my life, I was captured
bursting into laughter, my mom by my side.
“Don't cry because it's
over. Smile because it happened.”
