Today is my birthday. There will be no singing in the house. There will be no smiling daughter looking at me as I open the gift that she made for me. Ciarra was always able to make something on my birthday that was always better than anything that she could have purchased.
I miss her so much that the pain is real. It is not just sadness. It is a physical reaction so miserable that it is sometimes hard to even talk.
I am blessed to have the thirteen + years that she blessed me with. I know that. These “special” days just make it harder to deal with. Ciarra Joi know that you are loved and missed.