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"Haddie's" Song (Amy's Song)

People have asked me where I get my ideas for this little ole experiment.  Some of you have given me suggestions - especially when I have begged and pleaded on FaceBook.  And sometimes the songs just present themselves to me...like today's song.  I actually heard it a while back but have been holding on to it, not sure if I could or should but today I decided I could AND should. 
My friend, Leith, and her family have just lived through some hard, hard years that had beauty intermixed.  Sometimes there are no words and other times there are a few.  Leith and her hub Aaron had a beautiful girl named Hadley.  As an infant it was discovered that sweet Hadley was born without part of her brain and what she did have was underdeveloped.  She never advanced past about 2 months old developmentally, was fed through a g-tube, had seizures, wore diapers, was legally deaf and blind, lived her days in a wheelchair and was the BEST thing that ever happened to her family and so many others.  Hadley passed away earlier this year and her loss left a huge hole where once life had been.  Her family has been learning how to live life without her presence.  While Hadley is learning to dance with her Creator, they are learning to walk forward in life without her.  It has been hard and painful.  But they have clung to their belief that their daughter, who blessed them for about 11 years longer than Doctor's thought possible, is with the One who created her.  They have clung to the hand of God while crying their tears, ranting their rants, and asking their questions.  They have been honest and vulnerable and have shared some incredibly intimate things with friends.  I'm not sure that there is one person out there who knows their story that doesn't respect them and love them.  A few months after Hadley went to be with Jesus, Leith posted this song on their website and instead of calling it by it's original title, "Amy's Song", Leith felt the song was really Hadley's. 
Sweet Hadley, dancing with her Jesus, whole and complete - what a glorious picture! 

"Haddie's" Song (Amy's Song)

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