Mostly, I'm okay but sometimes I stumble across an old message from someone. From a time that hope lived. And I'm back there with her and all I want to do is scoop her up and hold her. Breathe her in and never let her go.
Time does not heal all wounds. The scab gets tougher but sometimes it knocks up against the past and the pain is jarring.
Today. Gosh I miss this little light of mine. My little sparkling Eva girl.