I love going back watching videos of you. You were so beautiful. I have one that I took almost 3 months to the day before you left. It is still so confusing to see you seemingly so happy. Your smile as bright as ever. These few weeks leading up to the anniversary of that morning are hardest for me. Remembering the laughter, music and fun that was going on in our home. I would give anything to have those days back. Maybe I could see what was coming. Change what was bothering you and make everything okay for you. But I can’t get those days back. They are gone forever, just as I fear is my true joy and happiness. How can a person be truly happy when a part of them is missing?