Missing You

Dear Emma,

I miss you. I could have never imagined this. I can see how it would be with you here and I wish I could do anything to have that. Grief is a strange thing and comes at different times. Your sisters bring a sense of “normalcy” with their school, dance, gymnastics, but it’s the car rides that the tears start to well up because I know you’re missing. Their laughter and smiles make me keep moving forward and get me out of bed each day, but deep inside the hole feels like it will never heal. The emptiness, the tightness in my throat, the fake smile I try and give the kids to let them know that moms ok when really I want to burst into tears. I miss you.

Love,

Mommy