December

This is the time of year for reflection. Christmas trees and lights are glaring memories of the week from hell in mid December when my life changed. Now it has changed even more. we're coming up on four years since we said goodbye to our daughter. 4 years since a pain i can;t even describe rook over my life and casts a shadow until this day. I am not living in this place anymore, but I visit more often when there is so much to remind me. She's there in the glittery pink ornaments I buy for her tree, she's there in the stocking I hang with her name. She's there when I hang the ornament with her picture on my tree and she's there in my son's beautiful eyes as he takes in the Christmas decorations. I'll always miss her, my baby girl.