It will have been 6 years next Tuesday that we watched that sweet heartbeat stop.
We are leaving now to go to the flower shop and choose new flowers for her grave.
Does a mother or father ever get used to choosing flowers for their child's grave? It seems that if it were going to happen, it would have by now. There are times that it feels normal but most times, I remind myself that this isn't a dream. She was real. She was here. She is gone.
We will send two dozen pink balloons plus a very special ones her brothers choose for her into the sky on Saturday.
The world will go on. We will go on. But we will take her with us in each and every breath. And beyond.