It’s me. Your mom. It’s been a while since I have written. I’m sitting here in our Virginia house, snuggling your little brother on the kitchen floor while we have our carpets cleaned.
I’m not really sure what to say right now, but I know there is something in here to tell you. First off, we are moving. We are moving home to PA, close to family. We miss them and want Leo to know them, like we know our grandparents. I wonder, if your arrival had been different, would we have moved back to PA sooner? Would we still be here, listening to the whir of the carpet cleaner, you playing next to me while Leo sleeps?
I needed to tell you we are moving because somehow I feel like leaving this home is like leaving you. Somehow leaving here, though you are not here, feels like leaving you behind. All of my memories of you are here. Finding out you were on your way just as we bought this house. Immediately planning the nursery once we moved in, but having it come to an abrupt and heartbreaking stop. A birthday with you in this house. A Thanksgiving with you in this house. An annual tree decorating party with you in this house. You were here.
And after you died, this was still your home. We planted your winterberry out back and we celebrated what should have been your due date. I slept on the floor in the nursery because it made me feel closer to you. We celebrated two of your birthdays here and created Joanna’s Gifts boxes in your memory for other loss families. We ate cupcakes and released sky lanterns. We sent you a balloon on Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day last October.
Then, we found out Leo was coming. This baby promised to us, our rainbow, was on his way. And we began working on the nursery again. The one that was gender neutral, the one that was for you. And now for him. Together. A place you share, a place you both physically exist. And now we are leaving–you will never physically share a space with your brother again. We will move into a new home and he will get a new room, maybe dinosaurs or superheroes. And you will not share it, or get your own new room.
We will take all the pieces of the nursery and create a similar space, continuing the elephant theme. We will still hang your footprint and handprint with Leo’s and any other baby who comes along. And though pieces of you will be in the room, you won’t have had a physical presence.
We will take your winterberry. Your memory boxes and ashes are already awaiting us in PA at Gramma and Grampa’s house. That’s where to find us.
I guess just as you are physically gone, so we will be gone from this place as well. But we do know you are in our hearts. You are ours forever. You are our firstborn and we will see you again someday.
Last night I rocked your brother for the last time in the nursery. It was hard, but also I was thankful knowing I would rock him and put him to bed for many, many more nights. I so miss that I couldn’t do that with you. Today I looked into the empty nursery and all I saw were walls painted with so much love, but I also saw the dreams that were dashed when you left. I feel blessed to have your brother to dream with. Tomorrow we will leave. Our first house. Your first house. But your new home is the best of homes…the home where Jesus holds you until we can wrap our arms around you again. We just wish you could be with us now.
Sweet girl. Until we see you again, sending so much love heavenward.
7 thoughts on “Dear Joanna (4.4.17)”
Virginia will miss the Jacobson’s dearly! Reading this broke my heart because I hadn’t thought about Joanna and Leo never having another physical space that they’d have shared. But Joanna will go where you all go. She’ll be in your hearts and she’ll be watching over you all, no matter where you are.
The Gallarno’s will miss you all, but we are excited to come visit and have PA adventures with you!
Joanna is here. Safe with us, waiting for you, for her family. She is in our hearts, in my thoughts, every day. I am so happy to have your family coming home to be near us. Your heart is still broken, always a piece we’ll be missing, but we know where she waits.
❤ Love you Mama Carol.
I sort of know the feeling. We moved from a place where we had so many firsts with my babies and pregnancies. It was bittersweet. On to bigger and hopefully better things, but the memories will remain of the old home.
Love you, Carol and Bill, Joanna and Leo. God speed to your new destination and may all love surround you. You will be missed and have left a beautiful footprint in my heart. ❤
That was beautiful. Hard to read through all this water. Love you Joanna. Your momma is so wonderful.
So many tears! Wishing you and your family so much love in your new home. Joanna and Leo are lucky to have a mama like you.