Eleven years ago right now I was waiting for my daughter to get discharged from the hospital, hoping that in a few short weeks we would have answers to her developmental issues & that whatever it was wouldnt be serious. Little did we know that her life would come to an end the very next day & that a piece of our hearts would go with her when she took her last breath. I always dread her angel day because I can feel the anger creep in at the disease, SMA, that robbed us of our baby girl. They say that time heals all wounds but Im pretty sure whoever came up with that never lost a child - its a hurt that sometimes gets numbed but never goes away.
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 21:22:10 +0000
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