06.09.2022
I had slowly given up on finding a remedy for my desperate need to physically hold Mila. I don't have a daughter to pull up onto my lap and wrap my arms around. I don't have a gravestone to visit and touch. My hands have been searching... In Mila's last year of life, my mom lay beside me one night and said, "I think we should have a bronze sculpture made of Mila playing in nature, like when she was little". My mom knew. I would find myself in this place of longing with a need to sit by and put my hands on something that reminded me of Mila that would ease my pain. As we raise the funds from amazing supporters, the idea is now taking shape. Perhaps the process of getting there is just as healing.
