366 Days
That's how long it's been since I've seen your smile. Seen your eyes light up. Heard your little voice. It's like a nightmare I just can't wake up from. I know there is absolutely no way any of this could be happening. It must be a nightmare. But it's not. This is life. A completely unfair, beautiful thing called life. This past weekend, someone said to Gonz "God gave you this time with her for a reason." That's what we need to remember. The past year has come and gone so quickly. Most days, I'm proud of Gonz and I for just being able to function. There's bad days, bad moments, and sometimes bad weeks. It seems like it'd be much easier to say, screw all this, and just lay in bed. Things that were once important no longer are. I don't mean that in a suicidal way, I mean it in once your child passes away your whole way of thinking changes way. Grief is like a tug of war. The part of you that wants to do nothing vs. the par...