The year anniversary was just one of many many ways we have felt connected to our little Em. So, as cliché as it might sound, I know I didn't get my goodbye that day because she has never truly left us.
As we walked the rows of markers searching for Tommy's, I was struck by how close together the graves were. And then I started looking, and I realized we were in the children's section. They don't need much room.
What makes it so difficult to grieve our children is that when they are lost, we are lost. Hope waning, so, too, is our wonder, our gaiety, our reveling in the miracle of life, the promise of tomorrow.