It was Oct. 13, 2006 and the happiest day of my life. I was watching this precious child of God being born. It was the best day ever. She weighed 7lbs. 11oz. and was 17 1/2in. in length. Cutest bundle of joy. In fact that night I stayed at the hospital with my daughter to, well, just be there with her and her mother. I held that baby all night long. Well, except for the feedings. Who would of thought that in almost 6 months I would be going to her funeral. That was the worst day of my life and I don't know how I will ever get over that. It is almost a year after her death and just thinking about her I start to cry. I am told to think of the happy times we all had with her. But even the happy times seem to be sad. Her smile, her coo, her just starting to crawl. Are good and bad memories. If there is anyone out there that has any kind of advice please e-mail me some kind of answer. Thanks,
A Loving Grandmother |
