Talking about loss

By the light of the silvery moon

The moon is big and clear and stark white tonight. There is a layer of snow, glittery ice over everything and it's bitter cold. It's a beautiful night. My little Moonbeam, I feel you close. We honored you today in a way that gave me back some pride as a mother to you. I miss you deeply. Four years ago feels like a lifetime ago and yesterday and today it felt like it was the present again in my aching heart. I am sorry. I love you.