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.