My five year old daughter, Susanna, died. As our family returned from visiting her grandmother,a brain aneurysm ruptured, and her heart failed. She was sleeping in her car seat and never even said she had a headache. Susanna was gone the next day, just like that.
A few months later, I started this blog as a way to cope. Writing and sharing here helped me to feel a bit less horrified, sometimes. I named this “Susanna’s Golden Ball” for something she had said to me, a short time before she left: (she was wearing a princess gown and plastic heels) “Mommy, I need lips and hair. I’m going to the Golden Ball”.
I don’t know what happens when we die, we will all find out when we get there. I have seen a lot of evidence that we go on. I hope so. I hope Susanna is in a magnificent celestial ballroom. I imagine how I will feel when I get there, the immeasurable joy. Save me a spot, Susanna, I love you forever.
Susanna Elizabeth Freer Sanchez (1/13/2009-4/22/2014)
