I honestly don’t understand the concept of grieving getting easier.

Or the old deception “Time is a great healer” it’s not. Time is just the measurement of hours, minutes and seconds I have lived life without my beautiful daughter.

Grieving doesn’t get easier we just get stronger or better at hiding the pain of our broken hearts.

Never for one minute think that my daughter isn’t there in my mind.

That my arms don’t ache to hold her.

That my heart will ever be healed.

I miss Livvy with every breathe that I take.

Yes the smiles are on my face and I am living my life but that’s because I know she would kick my butt if I didn’t.

I honour her legacy but that doesn’t mean I’m healed.

I miss my beautiful girl.