Today. August 25, 2009...hard to believe that nine years ago I was lying in a bed in Aberdeen, South Dakota in Avera St. Lukes Hospital having just gave birth to my first child--a daughter. We named her Rebecca Jalise. Rebecca is my middle name and Jalise was the name of a student I taught and both Dave and I thought was a beautiful name.
Although I don't know exactly why Rebecca Jalise went home early to be with Jesus I do know that while I carried her, she was mine to "hold" even if it was for a short time. I sang to her, talked to her, felt her move, but most importantly, I heard her heartbeat.
I found out on August 22. I remember the shock I was in. "Surely this must be a dream. This isn't happening to me. I am supposed to start another year of college in a day. There's no way this is real. God are you there? You move mountains--bring this baby back. Give her life, give her breath, Lord can you hear me? It's not too late Lord!"
Today I am barely hanging on...Oh yeah, I act like I have it all together, but deep down I am falling apart. The only thing I can do is praise the One who chose me to carry her.
My Dear baby Rebecca,
Although you are now with Jesus I want you to know how much your Daddy and I love you. I miss you and think of you every day. Some sweet day I will meet you again and I will hold you in my arms again. I will smell your sweet scent. But for now, until that day, may the love of our precious Lord and Savior, Jesus surround you and your Great Grandpa. I held you for such a short time and now travel such a long road until the day I will see you again. Rebecca Jalise, I will carry you all my life. Who could love you like I do? The one and only Jesus.
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
In Loving Memory of my precious baby girl, Rebecca Jalise Busch
August 25, 2000
11:39 p.m. 1 lb. 11.3 oz, 13.25 inches long Blonde Hair, Absolutely Perfect
