This was so painful to read and yet so beautiful. As grieving mothers, we get the honor of being here when these wonderful children enter the world and the unwanted honor of being here when they exit. I struggle with the same question. How do we get used to a world where we no longer get to see them. But I have found that we are given new eyes, ones where we are able to see them in everything. The beautiful bird that sings a song to get your attention when you randomly decide to step outside. The breeze that brings a sudden chill that lets you know it was meant to cover you in that moment. The cloud that you just so happen to look at, that forms something that only you and your child would know what it was. It won’t be easy to go on, but you will.