As I sit here writing your story, and the story of my journey through grief, I realize that my tears will never stop flowing for you. Each time your beautiful face comes to mind I cry. When I visit the cemetary I cry as if it were just yesterday I uncredulously picked out the Blues Clues outfit, and white casket that you would rest in. When I think of those days on life support, and those days I held on to you praying for you to make it, I cry. I cry for all that you were, and all that you will never be. I cry for me, because I miss you, because I can not remember how you smell any longer, because I still feel as if failed you as a mother. I cry because I feel guilt for not having cherished you each moment you were alive, not like I would have done had I known I would only have you as long as I did. I hurt for the family we would now be. I wonder where my life would be had this not happened. So much to say to you, about you, to others. Such a lesson learned. Such a joy to have known you. Thank you my love for being you...