Two years ago today, she died. I felt her move for the last time while getting ready for work and she died sometime during that hectic day. Would it have been different if I had left when I had not noticed her moving? Could I have saved her? More than likely by the time I noticed she was already gone and nothing I could have done would have changed that. I know that, my brain knows that, but my heart, well my heart doesn't understand. Even 2 years later it doesn't understand.
Last night I cried myself to sleep with Rosabella curled against me. I am so glad that she is here and healthy and amazing, but I miss her sister so much. I want both of my girls.
Today is a day for mourning, it is the anniversary of the worst day of my life. In two days time I will make a cake and we will go to the National Forest nearby for a picnic and we will remember the joy that Grace brought and honor her memory with laughter and smiles and eat a pink cake. I will tell her sister stories about her and I will try so hard not to cry, because Grace brought me the greatest joy you can ever ask for and remembering that is essential to honoring her.