She should be three. She died unexpectedly in her sleep last November from misdiagnosed bronchiolitis.
I don't know what to do with myself. We're going up to her grave to put up a little fence and lay down some flowers later. I don't know how to honour her without crying all day. I don't feel like I can face anyone or anything.
I miss her so much. The older children have been fine in the run up to her birthday (10 and 13) and DH is being strong. I feel like I'm the only one who's screaming inside.