One year

Last February 25 was the worst day of my life. Stella died in her father's arms while we watched on helpless and hopeless.

Today we have a candle lit for her and are remembering her all day.

It was cold and rainy last year.

It's cold and rainy this year.

Last year our arms were empty and our hearts were heavy.

This year my little Moon is one month old.

We are still sad and will always have the heaviness in our hearts. But this year and for years to come our arms will be heavy.