Some days I can see a baby or a pregnant woman and not feel sad.
And some days when I see baby or a pregnant woman I want to scream and yell and cry.
There are days when I want to tell everyone I see that I do, in fact, have 2 daughters.
And there are days when I don't want to ever have to explain why there I only have one daughter with me.
There are times when I can think about Alice without crying.
There are times when I try not to think about Alice because I am already crying too much.
Some days I can't believe that Alice died last year and that soon, it will be 1 year since her birth and death. Other days I am in that room, that room of life and death, watching Alice take her first and her last few little breaths.
Most days I wonder how cruel life can be. How cruel it has been to so many of us. How cruel it continues to be.
I wonder how I got here. Without Alice. With another pregnancy eluding us. Each month that passes, the arrival of another reminder that life is cruel.
Some days I wonder how we all keep moving forward.
And some days I smile. Some days with joy and I think some days with insanity. But its a smile.