It's really hard to put into words what Londa means to us. When someone says, my grandma passed away, or my aunt passed away--you can get a sense of the relationship and how close they may have been. In the last week, I've found it really hard to describe the relationship we had with Londa. Londa is Bonnie's best friend. She has been in the Berg's life for many years. She also was our children's child care provider. She to us, is family.
At the age of 60, she passed away unexpectedly in her sleep.
From the time Paisley was 2 months old, Londa cared for her. She loved her, she rocked her, she snuggled her, and she didn't kick us out of day care when Paisley (and Madden) cried all damn day. She took care of each one of our children like only we could. Never one time in 5 1/2 years did I ever once worry about my children when they were in her care. I knew that there was no place else that they belonged. Londa had the patience of a saint, and an amazing sense of humor that must have kept her going. (she did daycare for 30 years, and this year, was to be her last year)
My heart just breaks knowing that Everleigh was cheated out of getting that time with Londa. And I promise that we will always talk about her, and the great times that the kids had at her home.
Life just will not be the same without her. I talked to Londa almost every day. Even when she didn't have my kids. She texted me on the weekends just to make sure we were okay. She was always there for our family.
I am so sad for her children, for her grandchildren, for her husband, and for her dearest friends.
The impact that Londa had on so many children is unreal.
At the funeral, we had each child write a message to or about Londa and we attached them to a purple balloon, her favorite color.
Paisley's been crying, saying she misses Londa. The little kids talk about her, but I don't think they understand. We took the kids to the wake, and they all got to say goodbye to her. Hudson asked us, "is this heaven?" and Paisley just squeezed me. It's so hard to explain something you really don't understand, especially to children.
One of the former day care moms posted this poem on FB after her passing.
Although you weren't their mother
You cared for them each day,
You cuddled, sang and read to them
And watched them as they played.
You saw each new accomplishment,
You helped them grow and learn....
You understood their language,
You listened with concern.
They came to you for comfort,
And you kissed away their tears.
They proudly showed their work to you,
You gave the loudest cheers!
No, you weren't their mother,
But your role was just as strong.
You nurtured them and kept them safe,
Though maybe not for long.
We knew someday the time would come,
When we would have to part.
So please know each child you cared for, now holds you forever in their heart
Our children were ready to return to Londa's house next week (she took summers off). It's just not right. It's not fair. And it's not going to be the same.
We trust in the Lord, and know that we'll see her again someday.
(see the post below for what the kids were up to)
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