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April 02, 2007



Absolutely beautifully written words Carrie. I agree, and feel, all that you have said. 8 weeks! How can it be?

Ava's gift to my family is the time for that extra hug, just one more story, or letting Kaiesha wear what she wants.

Thinking constantly of Sheye, Crayton and family. Much love. Mandy xx

Sue Jennings

There are so many little girls around the country who are happily dressing in their most interesting and unique combos while their mothers smile now instead of grimace...

Carrie, there are no right words, but boy do you get close :) I am smiling to hear that you have given yourself and your family the gift of time and that you are happy - it is no small thing at all.

Love to Sheye, Crayton, Luca, Mason, Ava and Ivy xxxxx


That is a beautiful post Carrie. I think the past 8 weeks have changed us all, made us think more, made us appreciate the little things more. For that I thank Ava.


Thank you for posting and reminding me what is really family..their love...


Oh Carrie! You have such a lovely way with words ~ just like your beautiful friend Sheye... Thanks for sharing these lovely and heart felt thoughts with us.

I really understand what you mean about looking at things differently ~ like who cares if your darling daughters room is a mess! Just shut the door! And to be thankful for every moment...

Jodie xxx


My darling Carrie.

I, most of all, cannot, CAN NOT, fathom that eight weeks have passed. I still see her, in every square metre of my house, in the pool, over at Grandads.

I hear her voice calling me, telling tales on Mason, pesting for just one more chippy.

I FEEL her holding my hand.

Who could have thought the pain would be worse now? Isn't time supposed to be a great healer? All it does is let me imagine that she'd now be in Senior Kindy, she'd now be wearing Size 3, she'd be out of Pull Ups at night.

Some hours I am so completely driven to make something, anything, come of her be a better person, to do wonderful things things I NEVER would think I might look back in time and say I have truly done better with my life, for Ava.

Then there are the hours where I am suffocating, drowning, lost and bewildered. Where all I see is the void.

I know you know all this. Like you, I'm not sure I meant to write as much as this. Thankyou for acknowledging. Every single day.

With love.
Ava's Mummy.


Lovely words Carrie... my heart aches for Sheye.
She is in my thougthts many times a day and always in my prayers.
Ava's life has touched so many around the world, I hope that is a small comfort to Sheye. We all hold our little ones a little closer because of Sweet Ava.

Kate from Southern California & grow


Oh dear, that made me cry. Thanks for the beautiful words Carrie! Everyone who knows Ava or came across Ava's story have been affected.

Sheye, I go to your blog everyday, in hope that I'll see an update on you and your family and how you are coping. You and your family are in my thoughts everday. You are such a strong woman, you inspire us all!



Carrie - that was the perfect post. How could it not be?

I think of Ava and her family every single day. The event has changed me too.

Love k8

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