May 1st, 2015.
It is a day that will be engraved on my heart for the rest of my life. The last day that I saw, held, and kissed my sweet daughter. It was the day of her funeral and burial.
For 10 months, I anxiously and excitedly awaited her arrival. I felt her within me every day. The little tickles of her movements in the second trimester grew into larger kicks, punches, and summersaults that would stop me in my tracks. She hiccuped all the time. She existed and was fully alive within me, enjoying the love and warmth of my womb.