Someday I will tell you that I had written about you and that time in your life when it was hard and difficult and unbearable. And you will hate me for being a pesky observer but I will still tell you what I thought. Because from where I stand your story needs to be told. Your story was the world. Your story was life. Your story was all that we need to hear about love and light and more love. She was your everything and the battle was tougher than tough. I thought you both gave it your best shot. I thought you did all that could be done. I thought you fought your hardest though things didn’t end the way you hoped and wanted. Please know that the whole world is rooting for you to recover from that time in your life when it was hard and difficult and unbearable. Please know that you are still a story being told and you are still the world to someone (your daughter). Please know that one day, when time has somehow moved its hands, you will feel alright. You are gonna be fine. You have to try to be alright and fine. You have to keep swaying with the hands of time. You have to continue. You can’t die with her, too.