I took two of my boys to soccer today. Eva watched them play soccer last year. She watched them a couple of times in the spring...and she watched them once in August. Once in August. Then she died. There was a little girl we know on the field today. She had pink soccer socks on. Her hair was in braids. She was a little smaller than the other kids on the field with her. I don't know why it hurt to look at her. Hurt to see yet another thing my Eva won't do. Another loss. No first steps, No first words, No soccer. Last time I sat on the side of that soccer field, Eva was on my lap. However, lest I forget, Eva can FLY.