Today is the day, two years ago, that we buried our Kaitlyn.

I don’t think that B even remembered until I reminded him this morning.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone thinks of her besides me.

There isn’t a day that I don’t think of her. Or what happened. Or what K has as a result.

B seems to think that she lives on through K. But she was an individual and I had individual dreams and hopes for her and her sister and together.

I haven’t written on any of these blogs.

I have been sad.

Babies aren’t supposed to D-I-E.

How Many?

Is K your only one?...

What a question.

How do you answer and feel good about it?

If you say yes then you aren't acknowledging your baby that is only in your heart, only the one in your arms.

But if you say no then you have to go into a potentially emotional and definitely tricky answer.

I don't want sympathy.

Just the chance to say her name.