There are no pictures to remember her by, no baby clothes, not even a small marker at her grave. We have nothing that belonged to her at all, except knowledge that she is in heaven and we will meet her one day, if God wills it. I can't help but wonder what the world would be like if Dawn had lived. Mom carried her for nine months and she was alive all the time until the very end, so close to being a part of our lives. Did she have Dad's eyes (like Carolyn)? Or maybe musical ability like Greg? Perhaps she would have been an artist like Jacki or a writer like Carolyn. Maybe she would have loved to dance the way Mom does. I like to think she would have been there for Debbie, a sister to pair up with for the lonely middle girl. Possibly she would have given us even more wonderful nieces or nephews to love. We six kids are a known quantity now, but, oh, what could Dawn have been?
That is why today I made this small memorial; I don't want us to ever forget Dawn was here once, even though it was only for brief moments.
Sleep in Jesus, sweet sister. I've missed you.
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