Yes, i have made some "compassionate Friends" friends. They are invaluable, since they (meaning others who have lost children) are the only ones who understand the sense of loss. This year all of my daughter's friends are graduating. I am so happy for and proud of them. And I love watching their growth. I am intensely jealous of their parents, however. What a strange dichotomy. I resent them for still having their children's futures. ( yes, I know that it's not their fault that Sarah died.)

I miss my daughter. I miss my brothers. I am not the same person I used to be. Now I feel like it's just a waiting game until the next thing happens. Sigh. Oh to have the hope and excitement that life once gave.