Today should be a happy day. I should be opening presents with my 5 year old daughter, blowing up balloons maybe and blowing out candles.
Sadly I will never get that chance as my little girl died just 10 hours after she arrived.
Keira was born at 23 weeks and 1 day. Today all I can do is visit her grave.
I often think of what she would look like now and how she would be enjoying special days. It does not get easier and I really wish she was here.
