Twelve years ago today, at 6:00 in the morning, Ariella Paige made her grand entrance into this world. The weather today is actually similar to the weather when we brought her home from the hospital. It was quite hot, too hot even for me to take her for walks in the stroller. Anyway, like everything else she did, she took her time getting here, making her debut a week and a half late. Even taking her time through labor, causing me to end up having a c-section. That day was the happiest of my life. I had always wanted a little girl though I really thought I was having a boy. Ariella filled a part of me that I didn’t know needed to be filled. She completed our family and we were looking forward to a lifetime of happiness. She was perfect and healthy at birth and at that time we never could have imagined the heartbreak to come just less than 12 years later.
Ariella had her whole life ahead of her. She was a precocious child filled with light and exuberance and joy. She wasn’t perfect, not by any means. She was stubborn and had a temper and attitude that could rival any teen. But she was also fiercely independent and a leader among her friends. She didn’t get caught up in drama and was kind to everyone she met. She loved hard, she didn’t hold grudges, and she was generous, compassionate, and sincere. Her spunky and feisty personality is what got her through those two years of hell, never letting cancer stop her.
By her first birthday Ariella was always on the move and began a lifetime of non-stop talking. Her second birthday brought the start of gymnastics, preschool, and the terrible twos. Though we found the year she was three much more challenging than the year she was two. She was stubborn and had quite the temper, which were traits that she carried to the end.
Ariella always loved her birthdays (what child doesn’t). Her love of the fall and animals led to parties on farms and her love of crafts led to painting and crafting parties. But regardless of the theme we always celebrated in some way, as all families do.
Her Pop-Pop’s birthday is the day after Ariella’s and they were always celebrated together with a dinner out.
Ariella’s 9th birthday was the last one before everything went to shit. Her leg pain had started by then but we thought it was just an injury. She was super skinny because she had lost an alarming amount of weight and we were trying to figure that out with her pediatrician. Cancer was never a thought, especially when blood work came back normal. Who could have guessed that less than 4 months later our lives would be completely turned upside-down, not for the last time?
Even with all the hell we had been through we did not imagine after diagnosis that Ariella would have only 2 more birthdays. Her 10th birthday started in the hospital but she was discharged early that morning so she got to have a sleep over with her friends that night.
And finally her 11th birthday. The last one. Even with the relapse we did not imagine she would only have 11 birthdays. She was feeling great most of the time and happy and vibrant. Those who didn’t know her would never have known she was sick. Being true to her fearless self Ariella had an indoor skydiving party.
And then February 26th, 2019. Her bone marrow transplant, often referred to as a re-birthday. Oh how excited and hopeful we were. And I felt it was such a good sign that it was the day after the 3rd anniversary of my father’s death. They had those connections. Their birthdays being 1 day apart, and just having a close relationship. If only. That day is the one birthday of any type I wish we didn’t have. Because that day, the day that was supposed to help her live, is what caused her death.
How? How did she only live 7 months after her 11th birthday? I just don’t understand it. I will never understand it. I still can’t believe this is it. We have to go on without her. We have to wish her happy birthday in Heaven. She should be here. We should get to celebrate 12 with her and every birthday after that. We should be celebrating the last year before her teen years (even though she already had the attitude of a teen). She should be studying for her Bat Mitzvah. I just can’t. I can’t do this. This is impossible. It is unbearable.
This has not gotten any easier. In fact, it seems to keep getting harder and harder. Life continues to go on, the seasons change, and one day continues to turn into the next. There is so much growth and activity surrounding me and yet I feel stagnant, rooted to May 9, 2019 at 4:21 PM when Ariella took her last breath. Because that moment is when I too died. I am not the same person, will never be the same person. All the best parts of me died along with Ariella that day.
This year, instead of a noisy sleepover at our house we celebrated Ariella’s birthday without her, where she would have wanted to be, at Build-a-Bear to build bears to make other children feel better. Instead of taking her out to one of her favorite places for dinner we are gathering at the cemetery, sending her messages that we dream about telling her in person. Instead of her getting upset with us for singing Happy Birthday to her (she hated that and actually had a meltdown over it at one of her parties) we can only hope that she hears us singing to her from Heaven. I still get to celebrate my Dad and Ariella together, but this time it’s at their grave sites. It is all wrong. So very wrong. Two of my favorite people have died. The most important person in my life died. I don’t want to live without her. I don’t want to do this anymore.
I can’t even imagine how hard this is for you and your family. Especially today!
Happy heavenly birthday to Ariella and your Dad!
Sending so much love to you and David. 💜💛💜
When I lost my loved one, I spent the first year just surviving. And not very well. Every single holiday, birthday, family day, etc., all I could think about was how she wasn’t here. The holidays were terrible because she loved everything about them. I know what you mean when you talk about just going through the motions of living.
There is much love & many prayers coming your way. I hope that knowing that helps in some small way. Arielle is very proud of her momma. Bless you all. Prayers always.
I have no words. You are loved. I see you. I am here
I remember every minute of the day she was born like it was yesterday. One of the happiest days of my life too. You’re right, it is all wrong and none of us will ever be remotely the same. I miss her and the people we all were so much. I still can barely look at pictures of her. I love you.
I love seeing all these pictures of Ariella, from birth and all through the years of her vibrant and precious life. What a beautiful child, so full of personality and love. I hurt so much for Ariella and for you and David.
In true Ariella form, she is continuing to make her mark on this world. She is loved throughout the world and spreading so much joy through her foundation.
Sending love to you and David.