Please do.

Do I, don't I?
Should I, shouldn't I?
Please do.

If you see me out and about, and you aren't sure whether or not to say anything.
To mention Goose.
To make eye contact.
Please do.

I may freeze.
Actually, I can pretty much guarantee it.
I may smile.
Nod.
Give the automatic, "I'm doing okay."
It may just be a simple, "Thank you."
I might cry.
But on the inside, you are restoring my soul.
You are relieving my greatest fear.
You are pulling me back from the emotional cliff I find myself teetering on daily.

Please.
Say something.
A smile.
A knowing glance.
Anything.
Reassure me that you still remember my feisty little Goose.
Because wading through each day as she seemingly fades from people's memories, it's torture.
And every day I trudge on, resenting the world for just moving on.
Wanting to scream to everyone all the injustice that has been dealt to me.
The torment of continuing on without my baby here with me.
Seeing all the little children that she should be playing with.
Watching them do all the things that she should be doing.
Devastated that she was denied all of this.
Hoping that today is the day someone pulls me back.

So please.
Be the one.
Remind me.
Save me.

I miss you, Goosey. Every single day. Every minute. With every breath I take.