Ashlyn would have been 3 on Sunday. I think the worst part is how alone I feel right now. No one really understands, not my husband, not my son, not my parents and certainly not the people around me. Why do people say such cruel things? How can I possibly ever "get over it"? She was my daughter, my baby. I am never going to "get over it", my daughter's death isn't the flu or a cold. I have lost a profound part of myself. I wanted a daughter so much. I am the only female in a house full of boys. I have no sisters. I have no daughter. I will never go shopping for pretty dresses or go with her to get her ears pierced. There are so many things I will never get to do.
So for those of you who wish that I would just "get over it"- go F*&! yourself! If you don't understand or rather don't care to just leave me and my family alone.
