When your child dies, you want to die. And the pain is so great you feel like maybe it will kill you. But it doesn't and you are forced to live with this burden of loss and sorrow. When you see your future stretching out before you and it appears more like a life sentence than a lifetime, you realize you have a decision to make. You can live your life as a desolate being, or you can try to find some way to say again that basically life is good. I will choose the latter because I refuse to let the former be the legacy of what Josephine left behind. She wouldn't want that. Right now, I am not sure how to get to the point where I can say again that basically life is good.

Six month ago I am sure that my family and friends would have said I was the person they know least likely to write a blog. "Who has that much to say and who cares anyway??!!" Maybe now I have something to say and it doesn't really matter "who cares anyway".