Thursday, September 27, 2012


I miss you every day...that never changes.
Some days, though, are harder than others.
I don't know why.  I can't predict them.
All I know is that there are days where I can't shake the empty feeling.
Days where my eyes are constantly threatening to spill an endless stream of tears.

Days where I fixate on what life would be like if you were here...

Days where I just sit and stare at pictures.
I stare at them and remember how soft your skin was.
How you smelled like sunscreen that day in the park.
How expressive your eyes were.
How your smile could make every day better.

I wanted nothing more than for God to make you all better.
To heal your sick little heart.

I didn't realize then that healing yours would mean breaking ours.

I miss you, baby girl.  
Beyond words or explanation.