Letters to Taylor: On Grief and Imagination My dear Taylor, Each day since your graduation to heaven has left me wondering what grief lesson I have yet to learn. I could say that I miss you, but those three little words understate my true feelings. Emotional highs and lows grip…
My sweet girl, I woke up this morning with you on my mind. The highs and lows of sorrow and joy mingling throughout this week have left me weary. I initially began writing these letters when you could hear me read them to you. Now I find myself asking the…
Letters to Taylor: On Loss My Taylor, Life has been so strange this week without you here. On Monday, I thought that perhaps once we laid your body to rest at the cemetery, I would feel like we could find a “new normal.” I’d heard others who have lost loved…
Written by Matthew Wojnarowski. Dedicated to my daughter, Taylor, to celebrate her graduation to Heaven and the day she was made whole- January 2, 2019. My final moments had quickly drawn near The bright light faded to darkness sublime A deafening silence was all I could hear My earthly eyes…
Read to Taylor Wojnarowski by her mama at her funeral: When God created me, he weaved a love for words in my DNA. Two short months ago, I began writing letters to Taylor while spending time caring for her. When I started, I had no intention of sharing them with…
Letters to Taylor: On Adoption Our precious girl, Words seem futile as all your body is capable of right now is breathing. But December 31, 2018 was such an epic day that I had to try to write this letter and read it to you before you make your heavenly…
Letters to Taylor: On New Beginnings My girl, This week you’ve settled into a new groove. It’s one that I knew would one day come, but oh how strange it feels. While we are down to days of seeing the rise and fall of your chest, Daddy whispered last night…
My beautiful girl, Merry Christmas! One week ago yesterday, you grew ill so quickly that I was unsure of how to best help you. You’ve barely been able to swallow anything for several days and unless the Lord gives us a miracle, I think this may be your last Christmas…
Oh Taylor, Here we are in the emergency room, a place I try my hardest to stay away from. When you lost control of your eyelids and your eyes shone like glass underneath, I knew I had to make the call. You had been vomiting even after there was nothing…
Letters to Taylor: On Acceptance You’ve never tried to change me. Hey girlie, The last few days have been rough for you. Of course, “rough” has many different meanings. For you, it means that you haven’t wanted to eat much, your limbs have moved aimlessly without purpose, and seizures shake…
Letters to Taylor: On Grief Sweet T, It’s been a long day and we haven’t even reached the evening hours yet. I’ve only been home an hour and a half, but it took almost that entire time to do enough guesswork to make you comfortable again. And so now I…
Letters to Taylor: On Suffering My Sweet Girl, What a week you had last week. On Sunday evening, the dark circles around your eyes caused them to sink. I knew something was wrong but wouldn’t have guessed that you were nauseous. When you began throwing up, your entire body heaving,…
