It changed everything, forever. I was 18 and she was less than two months old when shaken to death by her dad. She would be sixteen this year and I've spent so much of my life missing her.

It's easier. I can breathe again. Time doesn't exactly heal that wound but it does make it bearable. I wonder who she might have been. I wonder why on earth he did it; why he wasted two lives that way, and changed so many with such a senseless act.

He'll spend the rest of his life in prison, she'll always be gone and I'll always miss her.

I have a full life. I love my husband. We have several children. I have many things to be thankful for, I know. But he robbed me of her, my first child, of her life, her smiles, her laughter, of the joy of watching her grow up. Nothing can fill the space where she should be living.
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Jun 3, 2015