Eleven Morning

The last concert.  We went to Berkeley to see Jack's Mannequin.  Stevie had a mad crush on Andrew McMahon.  I hated this gold sweater, she loved it.  We didn't know that these were our last months together.  It drove Stevie crazy that I called her my baby.  I found this photo after she left her body and for the first time I could see her as a grown-up.

"Hours pass and she still counts the minutes that I am not here. "

 -Dark Blue, Andrew McMahon

This is a page from "Pink Sky" a book I wrote and illustrated in memory of my daughter Stevie and my very good friend Iva's daughter, Brianna.  Our daughters both passed within weeks of each other.  Brianna was seventeen and an incredible artist.  It is my belief that our girls brought us together as friends.  

This book is intended to help families facing the most difficult discussion they will ever have with their child.  It is a story gently told about a little girl who has cancer, and her transition back to the Everywhere.

The Pink Sky Project is being set up to help fund copies of this book for families in need.

If you would like to purchase a book, need a book, or would simply like to donate to Pink Sky, you can go to the website:

pinkskyproject.com 

"Everyone is born and everyone dies.

It is a great Mystery and a promise.

It is a story that is hard to remember

and a story that has no endings,

only beginnings." 

Pink Sky

-Gina Gabriell 

I have been keeping an intimate blog about my journey through this incredible loss.

Stevieandthedreamofhorses.blogspot.com

 Stevie is real.

I miss you sweetness. 

Stevie-Christine McMoyler