Two years ago today my heart was broken. I still don't know who to blame. Was I a bad parent? Did the doctor miss an obvious sign? Is god just cruel? A lot has happened in two years. But you must know that my heart aches for you EVERY DAY!
You blessed us with Oliver, I know that... He is so beautiful and I know he would have been in awe of you, the way I am still in awe of you. I just wish so badly you could be with us, sharing the laughter and the tears. I talk to him about you all the time. I tell him he has the most beautiful and loving sister, and that he's so lucky to have you looking over him. Please look after him... Guide him through life. Help him be good and loving.
In these two years the only thing I've realized is that I'll never understand why you were taken from us. I'll never get over the pain. And I feel awful for the people who are yet to experience what we went through.
Tonight I'll go to bed, and the last thought I will have is wishing you were still here. And tomorrow I'll wake up to the nightmare that nobody will grant me that one simple wish.