It’s time, again, to deal with the loss of our daughter. I never look forward to writing this The Other Day… for the 20th of April, which is the anniversary of our daughter’s death. We call it her death day. While I would like to share the thoughts of my family and how they are dealing with the loss after all this time, it simply was not a good time to broach that subject with my family members. So, it looks like you are stuck with me trying to explain what this day feels like and what it means to me (us).
In 2011, when we first lost her, it was like a black hole took over my heart and the things that made our daughter who she was lost to the world, However, the thoughts and memories of our little girl could never be lost to me, even though she is not physically with us and I can no longer view her beautiful, smiling face except in pictures that are scattered throughout our home. She is still very much with me. She will always be a part of her mother and me. In 2018, I listed her hugs as something I really missed. I’ve always been a hugger, and there was nothing better than having my daughter wrap herself up in a big hug with me. How I wish I could have another one of her hugs right now.
As I reflect on Alison’s life today, one of the major questions I have, which eats at me over and over again, is, would she have accomplished everything she wanted to in her quest to become a chef and start her own restaurant, had she not been taken from us so soon? My daughter loved being in the kitchen and making new dishes for us. She practiced her culinary skills every week on one thing or another. She would often take her creations to work and share them with her colleagues. Her chicken noodle soup was out of this world good, as was her baked French Toast dessert. When my wife and daughter were together in our kitchen, it was like watching those singers on The Voice who take a song and make it their own. Alison did the same thing with her rendition of a recipe. She was so creative and talented in her endeavors. It is truly a shame the world never got to experience all she could do.
Now, I want to ask you a favor. If you, the reading audience, remember anything about our daughter, Alison Dawn-Marie Crosby, that you would like to share, please do so. My family and I would enjoy hearing your stories and memories. Remember, we are working with a 12-year lag in memories now. (Yes, it has been that long). Listen, I know this is a hard ask. Over two hundred people showed up to her funeral, and I constantly get messages from her friends when they read one of the TODs I write about her. I know you might hurt from your sharing of a memory because you loved her, but it might be good to share your thoughts and smiles of the young woman we still refer to as “Our Little Girl.” So, if you have the time, write me. However, instead of listing your stories on the Facebook page below this article, please send them to my e-mail address at DavidCJames@crosbyscorner.net. I thank you in advance for sharing. ‘
Well, it’s time to say goodbye for now. I want to thank you for reading this particular “The Other Day…,” which commiserates the twelfth anniversary of our daughter’s death day, and God Bless You for taking the time to spend with us. MUH!!
