I don't have any fancy titles, degrees or letters after my name. I am a mother who lost her daughter on February 10, 2011. I am grieving and taking my journey through grief. That qualifies me to blog on this subject. Lately, I am feeling like an expert on the subject of grief-the pain, excruciating, blinding at times, makes me want to cry, vomit, scream, moan, talk, laugh hysterically and shut my eyes and remember her detail by detail. Most of all, I have learned to Pray-constantly. Sometimes, it is only one word, but God gets it. He cries with me sometimes. I know it, because I feel His warm and ever so gentle essence in the midst of my cold and lonely world when I want nothing more than to touch her or kiss her again. You might be asking me, how old was yur daughter? Young? My daughter was 34 years young, an adult to most-but always my baby. You see, it doesn't matter how old or young our children are when they are taken back to Heaven, I don't think we are ever ready to give them back. Please, take a moment to hug your babies if they are close enough-or tell them with a verbal 'hug' if they aren't, just how much they mean to you-not generically either-oh, honey-you mean the world to me....why? Tell-them-why! Is it because they make you laugh? Is it because they brought you lunch when you weren't expecting it? Is it because they are always thinking of you and calling you out of the blue? It doesn't matter why-but it will matter to them-that you share it with them-I promise. Tell them, don't wait. We'll talk again soon. Please share your ideas and thoughts with me. There are so many bumps in this road-this journey takes a lot of twists and turns, I need all the friends along the way I can find.