As I began my road to recovery, my doorbell was ringing nonstop. In between my frequent meals and naps, there were flowers, care packages, visitors, and food deliveries. I was overwhelmed with how much love and support I was getting from my friends and family.
Doctors advised me to not be home alone for the next few days in case of an emergency, which I’m pretty sure they were mostly worried about a mental breakdown. My husband did most of this “work” and, might I add, he is SO good at taking care of me, but there were times my parents needed to step in (having them as our neighbors made these caretaking transitions super easy). Kyle had an incredibly important commitment the Saturday after my surgery.
During this time, my dad came over to fulfill his babysitting duties. Now, something you should know about my dad is that he
gave me the goofiness and instilled the love of music and dancing in me. He loves The Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, and The Grateful Dead, who all happen to be his inspiration when he jams on his (countless) guitars. So when I think about my dad, I think about how silly he is, how he laughs at his own “dad jokes” and how he is so willing to do or try anything embarrassing I ask him to do. On this day, I saw a different side of him. I know he can be loving and affectionate, but it’s very rare for him to actually show his emotions.
When he arrived at my house, he told me he had a gift for me and handed me a small box. I opened it up and immediately wanted to cry and wrap my arms around him like I did when I was 3 years old. He bought me a necklace with a tiny footprint accompanied by an angel wing. He immediately said “you don’t have to wear it around your neck because I know so many people would ask about it, but hang it next to your bed so you can be with your baby every night.” I seriously died inside (in a good way). What an incredible gift to have from my fun-loving, goofy dad.
Those tiny footprints and angel wings hang beside my bed along with my bouquet charm that holds a picture of my aunt (my dad’s sister we lost about 12 years ago). When my aunt left this world, she had left behind her two boys, ages 4 & 5, and I just knew as soon as I hung that necklace with her, my baby was in her arms in Heaven. It’s crazy how the smallest things in life can be the most meaningful.