{"id":2546,"date":"2011-02-14T11:07:25","date_gmt":"2011-02-14T17:07:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wheelchairmommy.com\/?p=2546"},"modified":"2011-02-14T11:10:38","modified_gmt":"2011-02-14T17:10:38","slug":"lisa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.wheelchairmommy.com\/closed\/2011\/lisa\/","title":{"rendered":"Lisa"},"content":{"rendered":"

I just finished crying because of this post<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I was rambling in her comments and decided I should write my own post before tomorrow just in case this baby is a boy and not a girl and I don’t have the chance to do what I want to do.<\/p>\n

In 1986 my 18 year old sister, Lisa, died of an aneurysm. It was sudden. We are pretty sure she did not suffer. I was 5. I remember so clearly every detail of the funeral home. I don’t really want to get into that though.<\/p>\n

When I was pregnant with Lucas, I was headed to the mall with William and a Kenny Chesney song came on. I was listening to the words and bawling. Instantly. The lyrics made me think of Lisa. Would she have had kids? boys? girls? Would she be married to the same man? Would we be best friends?<\/p>\n

Here is the song.<\/p>\n

Kenny Chesney’s “Who you’d be today”<\/p>\n

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
\nWear the pain like a heavy coat
\nI feel you everywhere I go
\nI see your smile, I see your face
\nI hear you laughing in the rain
\nStill can’t believe you’re gone<\/p>\n

Chorus:<\/p>\n

It ain’t fair you died too young
\nLike a story that had just begun
\nThe death tore the pages all away
\nGod knows how I miss you
\nAll the hell that I’ve been through
\nJust knowing no one could take your *place*(instead of ‘love away’)
\nSometimes I wonder who you’d be today<\/p>\n

Would you see the world?
\nWould you chase your dreams?
\nSettle down with a family?
\nI wonder, what would you name your babies?
\nSome days the sky’s so blue
\nI feel like I can talk to you
\nAnd I know it might sound crazy<\/p>\n

Chorus<\/p>\n

Today, Today, Today
\nToday, Today, Today<\/p>\n

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
\nI wear the pain like a heavy coat
\nThe only thing that gives me hope
\nIs I know I’ll see you again someday<\/p>\n

Someday, Someday<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I will never know. Her name was Lisa Ann. I did not yet know if Lucas was a boy or a girl. I decided RIGHT THEN that if we had a girl her name would have some form of Lisa Ann. So that is why if this baby is a girl she will be named Chloe AnnaLisa. I could NOT look at my baby every day and call her Lisa. It would hurt to much. I can’t imagine what it would do to my mom. My mom does know my plans and she thinks it’s beautiful.<\/p>\n

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There she is on her wedding day; one month before her death.<\/p>\n

The other women are my sisters (except for Karen, not sure where she was) and our mom.<\/p>\n

Here is another one with of all my mom’s daughters (she had 5 girls and 4 boys for a total of 9, just in case you didn’t know that)<\/p>\n

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