September 18th, 2009 was arguably one of the worst days of my life. On this day, exactly one year ago, I remember the events that happened.
I remember taking that last-minte, overnight flight to Virginia that landed us in a hospital in a small town. I remember being eager to meet baby Jack, as we would name him. I remember crying for hours in the hotel room when she changed her mind. I remember the excitement of maybe getting him again, and the pain and ultimate heartache that followed after a week of chasing that little dream.
But, I also remember the good. I remember, while in Virginia, getting a call about a little girl who would be born in 3 weeks. I remember being so tired and worn from the loss of Jack, but the glimmer of hope we had for this baby girl.
So, Virginia, I remember you for bad and for good. I know, without a doubt, that you were part of the Plan from the beginning. You are where we felt a lot of pain, and you were where we first heard of the beginning of our joy.
But also, Virginia, I have no intention of ever seeing you again.