A Letter to our Daughter

Dear Pickle Butt,

There is so much we want to say to you, but there’s just not enough time in the world to say it. Know this, our letter to you is a love letter, just as your story is a love story. From the day we found out we were going to be your parents, we were head over heels in love with you. And that love only grew as we got to know you during your short time with us.

You made us smile even through our tears, and we couldn’t help but fall more in love with you every day. Though you never really had the chance to tell us what you were thinking, your stink eye said it all, just as you were able to show us how much you loved us and needed us as you stared at us through your wide — or not-so-wide — eyes.

Mom will never forget how you smelled after she got to help give you a bath and brush your curls — and put you in your first outfit, no matter how ridiculous Dad thought you looked. Dad will never watch another Lions game without thinking of his buddy who was the Lions good luck charm from the day she was born. That team needs you as much as they need Calvin Johnson.

And bedtime will never, ever be the same again, without our Precious Penelope to read stories to. We’re so glad we got the chance to finish your first — and only — chapter book with you. We hope you liked the tales of “The Little Prince” as much as we do. Every time we look at the stars, we’ll think of you and wonder what your little laugh would sound like.

But we aren’t the only ones who’ve loved you — who continue to love you. Your feisty little personality won over the hearts of thousands of people, and your spunk and fight showed everyone what it means to live for the minute and fight through the pain, no matter how hard it is. In your short life, darling daughter, you taught people a very important lesson about the gift of life, the gift of love.

Thank you for blessing our lives with your presence. We never thought we’d say this, but thank you for ignoring doctor’s orders and coming almost a month early because it meant we got extra time with you. Thank you for showing us what it means to truly, deeply love someone. Thank you for reminding us what a gift life is — every second, every minute — and showing us that there really is beauty even amid sorrow. Most importantly, thank you for letting us be your mom and dad. We are forever changed because of you; we are forever better people for having you in our lives. And we will never, forget those 5-1/2 weeks that we got to have you with us.

Looking back, you know, you never really belonged to us — we belonged to you, we always will.

We love you SO big, always and forever,

Mom and Dad

This was what we read at Penelope’s memorial. Quite frankly, I’m surprised we were able to get through it without a complete breakdown. But we did it — because Penelope deserved a proper send-off from her parents who are so madly in love with her.

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7 thoughts on “A Letter to our Daughter

  1. The beauty, strength, and love in this letter are phenomenal; we were blessed to hear it, and to be able to read it now. I can see Pickle Butt giving you a two-thumbs-up, and a hug around your necks…..and she is waiting to see you again.

  2. Bobby and Kim, There is so much love in your words. Thank
    you for sharing that love and for making us a part of your journey
    with Penelope, your precious one. The bonds of love can never be
    broken. God bless you and keep your strong. Peace and love,, Gloria
    Eckert

  3. Thank you for sharing your bravery, love, and most importantly your daughter with others. Your story is truly inspirational.

  4. What a beautiful letter in a time of raw emotion. For your loss, I give heartfelt sorrow. Your daughter was and will forever be a child of deepest beauty and love.
    AnnMarie
    Thank you for reminding us of all our blessings…

      • As a mother of two teens it was difficult reading your daughter’s letter. As I read your beautiful, expressive words (in fact even now) I do so typing through extremely wet eyes. I have dear friends who lost a child. There is a delicate cloud that forever floats, but around the delicate cloud can always be sunlight and blue sky brought about by good friends, comfort, love, nurturing…
        AnnMarie 🙂

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