Our Sky is Pink and Pretty

 

It was Thursday. I just finished running errands  and received a call from Mom. Three words. Three words and it changed our lives. 

I didn't know what to do. I was in denial. My mom was crying on the phone and I just stood there, quiet. 

I stood there for a long time and my mind just went blank. I blacked out and the next thing I remember doing was mopping my floor and it was night time. I had no recollection of what I did, I just did them. Like I was on autopilot. 

I was constantly moving around my house just so I didn't have to think about it. Anything but it. 

Around 2AM I packed up and went to the bus station. I couldn't sleep, and I was just blank. I tried to take my mind off it, I spoke to one of my best friends about what just happened. Telling her, triggered my anxiety. I had a panic attack on the bus. 

I felt like telling her what happened made it real. I wasn't ready for it to be real. 

My dad picked me up from the station and I asked to be taken to where my sister was. When I saw my sister, she said, Ate… I just let it all out. 

I hugged her so tight and touched her belly. I touched it hoping I would still feel something, anything. 

Nothing. 

I just stood there. With nothing. I wanted to do everything, anything… 

Friday night, it was time for her to give birth. To a beautiful angel. An angel we all would've given up our life for. 

I stood outside the delivery room for hours. Waiting for them. By close to midnight the doctor called me, handed me the pink box, where our beautiful Sky rested. 

I held her box so tight. I don't want to let go. I couldn't let go.

 My brother and I drove silently to the morgue. It was raining. 

The sky cried with us that night. 

Before I said goodbye, I hugged her again. 

When I got back to the hospital, I saw my sister again, we have to be strong for her. She asked me, who did she look like, I said, me. She chuckled a bit. I asked her what she wanted to eat, so I ordered food for her. 

Saturday. We went to get her from the Morgue and deliver her to the Crematorium. 

All four of us, Mom and Dad, my brother and I said our final goodbye to Sky. 

We gave the ashes to my sister and brother-in-law. We made a little altar for her in the house. 

Finally, Sky made it home. 

We love you Sky. We always will.