Note: This article was written several weeks ago for She Loves Magazine. In the days that followed Florence Marigold Evanow passed away from SMA. The year I first planted a garden was the year we were told
Our sweet girl, Florence Marigold Evanow, went to be with her Jesus on May 9th 2015 in the late afternoon. We held her in our arms as she passed away at Canuck Place. She was
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.” John Steinbeck I had the privilege of meeting a special little girl in our neighbourhood a few months ago. Summer was
As the majestic neighbourhood oak trees release their golden flakes, my mind begins to flashback. That first touch of crispness in the air makes my shoulders sag a little. Cold, blue black fear starts to
I was digging up potatoes from the garden, dirt under my nails, sweating under the summer sun. Florence, my baby, was napping, and I was enjoying the glory of my garden. It was planted a
Florence Marigold, I cried so hard when we found out you were a girl. My girl. My dream. My dream girl, in my womb. I couldn’t wait to give birth to you. After a rough
I’m always frustrated by those spacey moments when everything seems so far away. You know that feeling, right before you enter into restoration? It’s when all hell breaks lose, something triggers your fear, you’re thinking
The doctor hands you a stack of papers. She’s circled and highlighted the name of the diagnosis. She’s asked you to read through it and call if you have questions. You drive home, and everyone else is
I have tortured myself with “what ifs” for too long. I have allowed myself to be influenced by what others might think. I have seen the facts on SMA, seen the steps involved to prevent
I have found my voice somewhere in the rubble. This writing and sharing with you has been a great desire of my heart. I have been thinking about writing this post since we found out
I feel the flame of the candle under my palm, close to burning. I have a candle to mark this season, and that is all. I have no Christmas objects, unless you count the
