It's been over four years since my daughters death. I am still here and I miss her every day and I would give anything to bring her back. I walk by her picture every day and I look at her smiling face and still can't believe she is gone but she is. I use to talk to her as though she were still here. I still do but not as often. I still have days where I can't seem to stop the tears but I also have days that there are no tears. I know that I will always carry the pain of losing her with me.
I also know that it's okay to 'try' and live again. She would want that for me. I am not leaving her behind by trying to move forward. She will Always be a part of me.
Losing a child to me is the worst thing I believe anyone can endure. You aren't suppose to outlive your children, or bury them. It can be the darkest of places but it can slowly, gradually change. With time the light will filter in. It may only be the size of a pin hole but you will feel it, see it. Time doesn't heal all wounds in my book, but it can bring you a little hope. Four years ago I couldn't imagine writing this but I am. To those of you who have lost children I send my prayers out to you. I want to give you a little bit of hope and remind you that you aren't alone.
God Bless You.