Her name is Mariana (Mar-ē-awe-na). She was eight-and-a-half years old when she left this earth on July 16. I guess if you’re getting ready to permanently say good-bye to the one person who has completely occupied your time and has helped define who you are today, at least it’s a good day weather wise.
The day my daughter died I also died with her. A new Kristena has been reborn in her place. I was a stay at home mom taking care of our only child with severe autism to now having no children at home. I have had to try to redefine who I am today. Every day is a struggle with some being harder than the rest. The one thing that gives me peace is to know that Mari and I will be reunited again one day soon up in heaven.