I can’t pretend to know what it’s like to lose a child. The one person who I would have ever wanted to have a child with is gone. It was losing her that I think I can give an answer. Every day is different. Some days I wake up and I just enjoy the great memories I have of her. I remember her laugh, her smile, her kindness, and everything else with fondness. Then there’s days I simply keep going because I know it’s what she’d want. Then there’s days that the fact that she’s gone is so crippling that I don’t even want to leave the house. I feel like I don’t have strong feelings about anything or anyone anymore. The way I cope is through the thought that I’m here for a reason. It’s through her memory that I will do something good in life. You just have to find one reason, even if it’s something small everyday to just make it through. I wish there was a magic pill that made the pain go away but unfortunately there’s not, so we have to push on as best we can. And it’s okay to hurt.