“How could this happen to my baby?????????
I can’t stop crying. It is pouring rain and I feel like the world is crying with me.
Now it is thundering – echoing my sobs.
How can I live through this? Oh God, I want to wake up from this nightmare and be with my daughter again.”
My grief went up and down. A good day was ALWAYS followed by a bad day. Once I figured out this pattern, it comforted me on the really bad days. Knowing that as bad as it was, it would get better again. And slowly the good days started outnumbering the bad. And now 3.5 years later, I don’t have any “bad days.” Not like I did before. I have sad moments during some days, but it doesn’t ruin my day. I never knew that could happen. And if someone had told me so, I probably wouldn’t have believed them, because it hurt so much in the first year, that an alternative didn’t seem possible.
