It's not the first time I've thought about that today, or the fact that the 2nd marked a year since her death. I guess I don't know how to talk about it anymore. It's with me every single day, but even a year later I'm not sure how to make peace with it. No one can really know how I even feel unless they've been with a child with terminal cancer.
And that's not even a "nobody can relate" whine, it's simply a fact. It was more traumatic than I could ever express, and sometimes I still don't know how to deal with it, but I don't have much of a choice. I'm still here, so that's what I have to do.
Happy birthday, Jessica. I know it was a beautiful day in heaven.
Meh - January 26, 2005
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Hiya there - October 15, 2004
Anger Managment Needed - July 31, 2004
I Give the World the Finger - July 27, 2004