It's now been one month since our baby girl was taken from us. Every day sets a new challenge.
Challenges exist in getting out of bed each morning, eating, functioning, getting groceries.
This hazy 'day dream' hasn't lifted since the day she died. My body's way of dealing with this grief. The feelings that well up so are intense and breath taking I try to fight against the grief to sustain my own survival. It's becoming harder and harder though. This morning I woke up and sobbed in bed.