she was one year and 16 days old...
my baby was born on 10 May 2012 and was gone on 26 May 2013.
she was our fifth child, unplanned but oh, so wanted and loved! she was our lucky packet. we named her Ziha May. Ziha meaning "lightness and brightness" and she was just that, the light in our lives and so clever and bright. her cute personality lit the room....
She said her first word at age 8months and 6 days. it was "bye-bye".....how ironic. she walked at 9months and 2 days, and at the time of her death, she ran, climbed, kicked balls, had a vocabulary of 8 words, and KNEW how much we enjoyed her!
On that dreadful day, we went to my parent's house for lunch. it was cold, raining and everyone - brother, sisters, cousins-was inside the house. I made sure all the doors were locked, and i relaxed, enjoying to see how everybody in the house took turns to play with her. i even told my husband how tired she will be at the end of the day, as she was running and laughing and enjoying herself so much! then we were called to sit down for lunch....and in the process of dishing up, she slipped out of a sliding door.....her cousin opened the door for the dog to get out.
I went to look for her to have lunch, and through the window, i saw her floating face down in the pool. my life changed in that instant. i pulled her from the pool - she was so cold- and i saw she was gone.
life since then has not been easy. the emotion of longing is very strong, and although I can laugh, the shadow of sadness is always with me.
we feel blessed that such a perfect, wonderful soul, chose us to be her parents in her short life. i know she is happy, but for all the good, my wish still remains: to have her back in my arms.