I read, I listen, I cry and I smile. Sometimes I wonder why I continue to look on the internet, or be in support
groups with others that are dealing with the same thing we are. When children pass away, I cry and endure days of emotional
meltdowns. My heart aches. I go home and I smother my child with more kisses and hugs then she can take. I know I am one of
the fortunate ones.
Then I read about birthdays, or milestones, and I smile. I feel good. I want to say hooray and congratulations. For I
know that wonderful feeling.
I know why. I want to be there for someone who may need it. I want to share my experiences with others. They will make
their own decisions. I can only be here to answer a question from my own experience or offer an ear to listen.
This is my world. For whatever reason it happened, it happened. And I do believe I am a better person from it.