I first wrote this post on another blog two years ago. Since today it’s been 20 years. . . 2 decades. . .how can that even be. . . I decided to repost here with a few minor changes.

I remember 20 years ago today. . .

The day that we were able to meet our daughter, Victoria Rose, even though her soul had already been carried to heaven.

The truth is I don’t think about her every day. Not even every week. On the other hand there are times when the grief feels almost fresh and I surprise myself by breaking down crying at unexpected moments. Like when my son got married and my daughter-in-law’s mom helped her into her wedding dress and I realized I’d never get to do that with my daughter. Or that November when I recognized that she would have been getting her driver’s license. Or years ago when I would wander through the little girl dress section at the local department store around Easter and pick out the dress I would have put her in.

The thing about stillbirth is you don’t have a lot of memories. The ones you have are precious- feeling the baby move inside you, seeing the baby on the ultrasound, picking out all the things, the anticipation of meeting her/him face to face. Instead of being left with lots of memories and missing those things attached to the memories, you are left with “what if.”

What if she had lived? What would our life have been like with three boys and then a girl? What would she have been like?

This is what I think: She would have had long blonde hair. I think she would have been a princess but not in the pink and frilly dress type. No, she had three older brothers who weren’t really into babying anyone. So I think she would have been the princess superhero. She would have fought evil along side those superheroes growing up. She would have tried to keep those three in line and I’d like to think that she might have succeeded a bit. She would have been strong- you have to with three older brothers. I’d like to think that she would have been compassionate and loving and adventurous. It would have been fun watching her blossom into whatever God made her to be.

The year she would have turned 18 it seemed harder. That date. Nov. 16. Perhaps it is because we would have been about done with the growing up years. She would have been thinking about prom and graduation and college and dreaming of her life out in the world. We would have been getting ready to launch her praying with everything we had that she was ready. Today there is a bit more sadness as I realize that the little girl I mourn would not be so little anymore but would have been a young woman.

In Sojourn, a community women’s Bible study I lead, we’ve been talking about gratitude. Today the topic is “Gratitude Opens Our Eyes.” I believe that with all my heart. It opens our eyes to see God. I’ve experienced it over and over again.

Today let me count the gifts. Let me name the gifts with a heart full of gratitude for all Victoria’s life brought me:

1. I learned how to have compassion at a deeper level especially for those experiencing loss.
2. I was able to hold my daughter.
3. God’s peace was so evident in the room that day.
4. God’s peace followed us in the days after- literally feeling Him hold me at night as I wept.
5. I have a daughter named Victoria Rose Goscha.
6. Her life inspired others to turn to God. There are many stories surrounding that.
7. Unfolding her little ear that was folded over was a precious moment.
8. Her tiny perfect fingernails. Her tiny perfect fingers. Beautifully made.
9. I am filled with love when I think of her. . . not bitterness.
10. Kind nurses and doctors that day that helped make the process sacred.
11. Two ornaments that hang on my Christmas tree made by women who understood loss.
12. Her tiny perfect mouth.
13. Those who cried with us, held us, brought us food, sent us cards. Who were present with us.
14. The picture of my boys at church praying for us with their heads on each others shoulders while we were at the hospital. So glad someone took it and gave it to me. Precious.
15. The reminder that I’m a sojourner here on earth. This isn’t forever.

As it happens over and over- that as I’ve listed these grateful things, a miracle occurs.

My eyes are opened to see God. In the midst He was there, He is here.

Life is a gift. Even if it only lasts a moment.