The Truth
Every single day I wake up with a heavy heart ; a pain in my chest that I'm sure will never subside. Everyday I run through all the different scenarios and all the ways that maybe, just maybe, I could have saved my daughter's life. I know, just like every other bereaved parent does, that this is not helpful or healthy. You can't stop it though. And that is okay. It is okay to not be okay--even though everyone wants to tell us it will all be okay. You know when I'll be okay? The day I see my daughter's beautiful smile again. Until then, I will continue to replay the worst moments of my life over and over again trying to make some type of sense of how this could possibly happen. Most days I can think about it and even have flashbacks to that final month, and still function. Other times those flashbacks are so much stronger. I'm standing in the hallway at St. Catherine's being told Flight For Life is almost there. I can feel the cold floor beneath me as I sin...