Six years ago today, our oldest child unexpectedly passed away. The raw grief is gone--most of the time. What's left is a dull ache. As much as I'd like to, I don't communicate my feelings--in real life or here--though I've tried several times. It's so hard to open one's self up like that. I envy those who can. I think they heal faster. How I wish I'd had my blog back when it first happened. I like to think it would have been easier to write down my feelings, my sorrow, my regrets, my sweet memories. Who knows if I'd found the courage or not? And just maybe your comments would have soothed and comforted this mother's heart. And just maybe I'd be in a better place on this day. I'm trying--and I'm getting better. But I've a feeling it's going to take a lifetime.