Half a year

Here we are.
182 days.
26 weeks.
6 months.
Half a year.
Already more than a 1/6th of the time that she even called this world home she has been gone.
Gone.
Just a memory playing as I walk through our home.
Remembering her spots.
Her goofy antics.
Her favorite books.
I'm adjusting.
Going longer but crashing harder.
Searching for the purpose.
Replaying every minute.
Second guessing my every action.
Wondering what moment sealed her fate.
Worrying that I will never know where I failed her.
Just willing there to be a reason for me to be counting up the days, weeks, months, years that my child, my baby, has been gone.

I love you, Sunshine.

There isn't a single day that goes by that I don't wish I could change all of this.

That you could be here with me.

Home where you belong.

Be with me, Goosey.

I need you.