This. This is what itās like. To mourn a child and be happy for a childāall at once. I sat in the living room, laughing and soaking up girl talk with Taylor and her friends, feeling grateful for the moment. But as soon as they went to her room, I ran. Ran to the bathroom, shut the door, and broke down. Hysterically cried. Because my sweet, precious Aubreigh will never get this. I will never get this with her. How is it possible to feel so much love and joy in one moment and be completely shattered the next? My heart broke all over again. My soul broke. How do I sit in that room, smiling and loving on Taylor and her friends, giggling, asking about school, college, and boys, only to feel like Iām drowning moments later, crushed by the weight of Aubreighās absence? This is grief. The unimaginable collision of joy and pain. And this is me, surviving it, moment by moment. Please Stay! You are so so so loved !!!