Well I survived. I made the cake. I packed for the picnic. I ate the food, I spoke her name to the wind and the birds and dreamed of what it would have been like to have her here. I couldn't sing though. I tried, but nothing came out but a whisper. I told her I loved her, and missed her and that I was so glad she was mine and that some day we would be together again. She graced my world and my life and I am a better person because she was my baby.