An Open Letter to My Daughter

An Open Letter to My Daughter

The last conversation we never had

To my first born child,  

There are so many things I didn’t get to say.  A broken world got in our way.

I wish I had known our last conversation would be the last.

I would have told you that I loved you ─ before your lungs filled with air. That I fell in love with you, before our eyes ever met. That I loved being your mom.  

If you were here today, I would tell you that I would be first in line to take all your pain away. I’d reassure you of your value and worth in heaven & on earth.

I’d wash your wounds and cross a bridge of grace ─ to meet you with the biggest embrace.

But, you’re not here ─ heaven couldn’t wait.

Someone went before us ─ He died for me and you. His nail scared hands ─ they now hold you.  

I know you’re more alive than ever ─ and pain ─ a distant memory. The warmth of perfect love ─ has become your home.        

You dreamed of having all your children together ─ we did it, Brandi. All but one of your babies is here. They are beautiful. We’ll be here for them to keep your memory alive ─ because love never dies.

Until we meet again ─ you’re life I’ll not let be in vain. A strong voice on behalf of those who suffer will rise from deep within. You will continue to make a difference in heaven and on earth.  

I love you, Brandi ─ Save a place for me at the table.

I love you Brandi, save a place for me at the table.

Then the angel said to me, “Write these words: Wonderfully blessed are those who are invited to feast at the wedding celebration of the Lamb!” Revelations 19:9

Brandi Mae Satterlee ~ July 9, 1980 – Summer 2021