This is one of the ways I can deal. And try to work through this day. And to try to make some sense out of all of this. I feel so empty and lost inside. I am angry and I hate that we are going somewhere and not packing up a diaper bag and getting Saoirse ready. I am so angry. I feel like I failed her at some point. I feel like I missed something. I feel like she died to soon. I feel like she should not have died at all. I keep thinking about my life in the future and knowing that she will not be there except in spirit.
Deep breath... lots of them
I am angry because the national news isn't talking about Neuroblastoma. I email them. I post to their sites. I twitter. I will continue to do this until they listen and put us on so we can tell more people our story. They should be telling people about it and helping to raise funds to fight it and conquer it. I want to do this. I have to tell everyone about it. more people. Millions of more people.
I think I will go for a walk. I can't believe it has been a whole week. a whole week.