October 30th a year ago, was unequivocally the hardest day I have ever experienced in my 32 years of life.
It was the day Hope graduated mortal life.
Some people have been calling it her anniversary today, and I like that.
At 9:30 this morning I heard a knock on the door and dear Emma, a friend in our ward, came with comforting, kind words and a potted pink Gerbera daisy plant.
Later I went over to Carina's, who lifted my spirits with her cheer and life-loving children.
Two weeks ago, one of the sisters in our ward handed me a card. I opened it at home. It said: