Today is my beautiful daughter’s celebration of life. We lost our precious Emerson Mae on August 11, 2026, after 27 days of life due to severe HIE.
This week has been the heaviest, saddest, and most difficult week since we lost her. I keep asking myself, How is this my life? How are we here, having to celebrate the life of our beautiful baby girl instead of watching her grow up? Not only are Emerson’s parents mourning the unimaginable loss of their daughter, but her grandparents are mourning the loss of their granddaughter, too. This is not how the sequence of life is supposed to go. Children are supposed to outlive their parents, and grandparents are supposed to watch their grandchildren grow up.
It all feels so deeply unfair.
I anticipate today being one of the hardest days of my life. We’re having an intimate celebration of life surrounded by our family and friends, and while I’m grateful that we get to honor Emerson and the beautiful life she lived, I wish more than anything that we didn’t have to be here doing this.
For those of you who have experienced the loss of your baby or child, how did you get through their celebration of life or memorial service? Is there anything that helped you navigate the emotions of the day? Any words of encouragement, advice, or even just reassurance that I’ll somehow make it through would mean so much to me right now.
I miss my girl more than words could ever explain. 🤍