The word “forget” could never, and should never, be used when thinking of you. To forget is to fail to remember, and never could I fail to remember your perfect little face, your smile, pure as the sweetest sugar, or that delightful giggle that brought joy to my ears and heart. Never could I forget the joy that filled your parents and siblings when you were born, and every precious moment with you after. Never could I fail to remember the boundless love your innocent existence brought to us all.
What I wish I could forget is today—the day we lost you, eleven years ago. Though I struggle to understand, I cling to my faith, trusting that you are in God’s arms: protected, cherished, loved, and patiently awaiting the day you are reunited with your family. I hold fast to that belief because it sustains me in your absence and comforts me in my sorrow. I pray you hear us as we forever speak your name. We could never forget, because you are deeply embedded in our souls, etched seamlessly into our spirits, and held forever in our hearts.
Never could I ever forget you, my sweet God baby, Avah Cakes.
I will love you until my last breath, until the day we meet again.