I've been wanting to write about my beautiful daughter Zoe since I created this site, but I've found it so painful to do that I'm stuck for now. 

Writing about her means she's gone, and I haven't yet come to grips with this.  

Her 17th birthday is on July 31, and she'd been waiting over a year to see the live action "Lion King" film when she died.  It's now out, and I'm taking Bill, Duncan, and Katherine to see it.  

We will get a Lion King cake and 17 candles and celebrate Zoe: my soul, my DNA, the missing piece of my heart that will never be filled.