Three years plus one month. 37 months.
She should be turning four next month. Going to preschool this month. It's all just too damn much.
Felix is nine days old. The second little brother who has life because his sister died. He has brown eyes. Chocolate eyes as we call them in our family. Nathan has eyes of the bluest blue. As if they bottled rain. His sisters eyes staring out of his face.
I am back to my early moments of grief today. But I do know that the edges of my pit are not quite as steep as they were three years ago. The darkness is not without light.
But it's amazing how hard it can hit even three years down the road. How much I still and always miss my little girl so badly.