Wow, eight today! 7 years and 1 month ago we lost something very precious to us. Sometimes it just seems so inconceivable that we are in that group called bereaved parents. Time definitely does help to heal the wounds of the heart but they rip open so very easily. Seeing any parents losing a child, no matter the age of the child, brings back the memories of those dark days. It is much easier to talk about Kendra now though every now and then something stabs at those wounds. We are going out to the memorial park later so we can celebrate her birthday. It is still hard to explain to Mitchell about his sister who he will never meet. I must say on days when Mitchell is being particularly difficult(and boy, does he have days!) I sometimes make myself think of Kendra and be thankful that he is still with us and that Branston got to experience a normal sibling bond. His experience with Kendra was cut short way too soon and he never really understood that she was not developing normally. One of the things I really wish is that we can know how she would have turned out had she lived. What would she have looked like, how much of a developmental delay would she have had? Would she have been able to walk, to talk, to eat normally? I guess we'll never know. Happy birthday my little angel, miss you.