The guilt that we carry
I honestly don't know what to say... I've stopped crying as much, but it seems like its paper thin, and the littlest things will remind me of her and shatter me into pieces. I keep thinking that I'll wake up and she'll be next to me, but I keep waking to the same nightmare. I've never felt quite so broken and empty as I do now, like there is this giant hole in me, and it doesn't want to heal... I know its only been a little over two weeks and I can't expect to be over losing such a big part of my life... But it hurts so much, and I would give anything to have her back. My child is gone and I can't bring her back. My baby is dead and it is something I could have prevented. My daughter is gone and its our fault, and no amount of tears is going to change that. I know one day I will see her again, but it is a long road to then. It is a small comfort to know that she was sedated so she did not suffer the last few hours and drifted away in her sleep... My angel, my Munchkin.