It is really hard at times to find things I should be grateful for.
How we got to spend 5 weeks with our girl.
How we have photos of her, alive.
How we were able to have a cuddle or two.
Of course we are grateful, but why should we have to be grateful for these things.
Given half a chance to be able to swap all of the above for our girl to have survived.
So I pick
The people that stuck around, not leaving us out in the cold.
More than grateful.
I am grateful to have words, a form of expression, to get my thoughts out in a form of written word,
and to have people read them, to help give them some understanding, just a tiny piece of how
we feel every single day.