Someone asked me about a month ago, maybe more, maybe less about where I am mentally about the death of my daughter.
I. Miss. Her. Everyday.
There is nothing I can do to change the fact that she is gone. I am at a different place in life, I guess.
I am still uncomfortable around new babies, I hate going into the girls toys section of clothes section of a store. I am just in a different place. It is hard to explain it really.
I wish I had this long insightful post for you, but I don't. The thoughts are hard to explain. The words are even harder to find.
I am a childless mother. He is a childless father. We are childless parents. Life must always go on.
