The anniversary of her death

No parent expects a child to die before them. Children aren’t supposed to die.

18 years ago today my youngest daughter died in a hospital operating room. She was only five weeks old.

For anyone who has lost a child I have the utmost empathy. There is no pain like the loss of a child.

The tears don’t come quite as often as they once did, but they still come. I was blessed with Katie’s five short weeks of life and can’t imagine not having her. I will always be her mother. I’ll just never get to live my life with her. Memories of her are a precious gift that I hold in my heart.

Katie, tonight, I’ll light a candle for you.


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