Today would have been my niece Maeve's third birthday.
We lost Maeve to a battle with Noonan Syndrome when she was seven months old. I have not experienced anything else that has made a bigger impact on my life. The grief, heartache, sadness and crushing disappointment of losing Maeve made an indelible mark on my heart and soul, and I live each moment striving to appreciate and revel in my own gift of life.
Three years ago, we were given an amazing gift. Maeve. I have no idea what or where she is now, and that is why I think of her as a little star.
I "bought" a star and named it after Maeve when we observed the first anniversary of her passing. Today, the words to a traditional nursery rhyme mean more to me than most folks.
Thinking about the spark that was Maeve's life helps me wade through my own dark times.
Oh, Maeve. I do, indeed, wonder what you are.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!
*Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!*
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,—
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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