Beautiful baby has another name,
As tempted as we were to put beautiful baby on her birth certificate we did worry in case she turned out to be one of those unfortunate looking babies. Then we would have all looked daft!
I don’t believe you can have an ugly baby but odd looking ones are certainly in abundance in my town. You know the ones I mean because you always over compensate when you see them by really piling on the compliments, secretly hoping one day they will turn into swans.
Anyway I digress….
Beautiful baby is sometimes referred to as Libby-Sue, Libby because me and he who helped create them really liked the name and Sue because I believe in naming my children after individuals who have helped inspire and shape myself or the other half into the people we are today.
Beautiful baby is both incredibly lucky and inflicted at the same time; she is lucky to have taken her name from a beautiful, patient, caring woman but yet she is inflicted by the fact that she will never meet her as she lost her long battle with the demon we have come to know as Cancer one month before she was conceived. It is my hope that by allowing her name to live on through my child that my daughter will inherit some of the exquisite characteristics Sue displayed throughout all her life.
Sue protected me in a family dominated by men, teaching me that I could be anyone I wanted to be so long as I believed in myself and behaved with others in a manner that I would be happy to be treated myself. This I try to pass onto all my children in my continuous struggle to be a good mummy, admittedly I make some cracking cock-ups on the way but I am pretty sure Sue enjoys a giggle at my expense when she sees my half witted parenting skills.
Twin boy and girl were lucky enough to see their Great Aunt Sue weeks before she left us with only our memories and she clearly made an impact as they remember her clearly to the day, Twin boy remembers her as Susie whose feet he stood on and she didn’t tell him off! Again to give you a sensation of the type of lady she was, her feet were incredibly painful at this time from the Cancer that was invading her body but for the sake of a cuddle and a chat with a three year old boy she chose to ignore and not say a word.
I don’t know what happens when people die but I know that we create a place for them to live on in our hearts. For me, every day as I gaze adoringly at my beautiful baby girl I remember with a smile my aunty I always loved and respected. I am secure in knowing that all my children have a guardian angel watching over them but I just wish most days that they still had their aunty around.