Mommy misses you

Found this on another friend's blog, who is grieving her baby son. Again, I could not have said it better myself, unfortunately. 

“Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity."

You should be here baby girl, all day, everyday, in everything I do. I cannot comprehend how much my heart misses you.