It will be 14 years tomorrow since I lost my little girl. Will the pain never end? I will never see her smile, never hear her laugh, never see her wonder at the rainbow in a drop of water.

She will never know music, never dance, never sing. The canvas of her life will remain unpainted, untouched.

My baby. My baby. How my heart cries for her. How I long to hold her in my arms and rock her gently. How I wish I could tell her a story or see her learn. Nobody understands or even tries. She can never be replaced. She was more than a jumble of cells, don't you know that?

Every year at this time, my heart wants nothing more than to scream in agony, to hide and never be seen again, never feel again. I know it will never be, but I just want to hide.

I want to end this with something heartwarming, something inspirational, but there's nothing more I can say.

Blessed Be.