March 26, 2001, what a wonderful day!
My granddaughter Tessa Bailey Crawford aka
"poodoo wooby", aka " Tessa Messa", was born.
She was perfect in everyway, and over the
next 11 months she became quite the spunky
She had a laugh like a billy goat that would
bring sunshine into everyones heart.
She was our little "wall walker" , as she was
just learning how to walk using the walls for
her safety net.
She spent alot of time with us, her
Thanksgiving 2002 was the beginning of the
end. We were spending Thanksgiving at a cabin at
the ocean and my daughter and son in law were to
meet us there, instead I received a phone call
saying that Tessa had the flu and was very sick.
She ended up having to go to the hospital for
dehydration, they said she had a "virus". She
was feeling better for a short time and two
weeks later same thing, sick again, back into
the hospital and still a virus
This went on for about a month and then my
daughter took her to a gastric pediatrian
He ordered many test of which one, the
technician said she detected an abonormality and
He decided nothing was wrong there and
chalked her illness up to reflux, and put her on
A short time later she started running a
fever, and had a seizure.
The kids called 911 and she passed away in my
daughters arms on the way to the hospital in the
Later we found out the " abnormality" was a
birth defect in her intestines, something fairly
common and could have been corrected with a day
Instead it went untreated and eventually our
Tessa died due to the fact that she developed
septic shock to her system and one by one her
organs shut down.
The most difficult thing I have ever had to
do in my life is to take my daughter shopping to
buy a dress to bury my granddaughter in.
That is just plain wrong.
Tessa you brought so much happiness to our
lives and your smile and laugh will remain
forever in Nama's heart
Your loss has left a
hole in your heart
That hole never goes
You learn to live with it
acceptance of the loss
And changes in your
The pain lessens
memories fill up the space
But it never goes
Then, when you least expect it
memory spills out
Of the hole in you heart
And washes you clean again with
Think of it as a "Memory