I didn’t know Bean, but my heart cries for her and for her parents.  A year ago today Bean was born and then died.  Her Mom’s words are poignant,

“Life goes on, even when you’re angry with it. Even when you hate the Sun for rising and setting on another unjust day.” … THEN “When you talk to the Sun next, baby Bean, tell him Mama says Thank You. Then kick him in the shin. He’ll know what it means.”

Bean’s Dad also speaks eloquently of her memory,

I do think about her.  I think about her a lot.  Not everyday, not for days on end on occasion, but I probably think about her more days than not.  She’s my baby girl.  How could I not?

I do wonder what she would’ve been like, as a child, as a teenager, as an adult, I wonder.  I wonder, as is I think natural, about those lost potentials.  I miss that I’ll never experience those with her.  I would’ve liked too.

For Bean and her parents today… our thoughts are with you and we wish you peace. If you want to see Bean’s picture, visit her Dad’s site here.