At the risk of sounding like a crier, there are just some days that the memories won’t leave me alone. Death rattles, bloody smiles, walls and shoes coated, burying of new life, burning of old, cold stiff limbs, that desire to live that you all had. I can pretend most days that everything is okay, but I can’t help but feel guilty when I do. Some days I just want to be left alone with my thoughts. Everyone suspects that I’m just busy, business calls, money to be made, etc. but some days I need a mental break. Nobody knows about these memories that I have. And some days, you just hit harder than others. I love and miss you baby girl. I know your walking with me from time to time, but I just wish you we’re in my arms again. I love you. I will be strong for all of us.