Every time I visit my daughters grave I feel a little more wrecked inside. The pieces that were starting to heal shatter again.
Will it ever get easier?
Why do I have to visit my daughter at her grave?
Why is laying flowers the only thing I can do for her now?
It feels so unfair
When there is so much evil in the world why did we have to lose such innocence?
I know it’s crazy but somedays I can ride the sea of grief but today I am drowning.
Anyone have a life buoy?