Today as I wait to go into a doctors appointment, I can’t help but wonder how many people feel guilty for having a good day? Like somehow it’s a shadow over the memory of your child if you laugh about something or enjoy yourself? I don’t think it is. In my opinion, I really believe that even though some days are awful- it would be a letdown to the memory of my child not to enjoy life to the best of my ability. Why? Because I have to live for two now. That’s how I see it. My beautiful ladybug is gone, her life cut short a month away from her eleventh birthday. I owe it to her to live those experiences for her. I may be wrong in believing that but it helps me get through. It reminds me that I have another child who’s life is still blooming and it is a detriment to his future happiness if I raise him believing that giving up on life is how one should live. I need him to know there is something divine in all of us, and we can’t let that go. If we let it go, we will become consumed by our grief. Death will come for all us- and when a parent loses a child a part of their soul passes away with that child. It seems unnatural for a child to go before their parents but as we all know- all too well- it happens. What do you do next? Do you sit there and let the pain carry you away? Or do you choose to live your life to the best of your ability for the child who can’t live theirs? Let me know.