Today, June 25, 2007, is my daughter's 6th birthday. I knew this day was going to be hard to get through and I knew I had to do it for my daughter and my family.
My husband arranged a wonderful birthday party. Our families came to our home to celebrate. My dad, my brothers, and I found it very difficult to smile, to be happy, and we simply didn't feel like celebrating. My daughter didn't know that we were hurting. We made it very apparent we were there to celebrate her special day.
At the end of the evening before my daughter went to bed she said she had wished grandma could have been at her party. I told her she was. I explained to her that grandma was in heaven looking down and grandma wished her a happy birthday.
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