The 10th

In a lot of ways the 10th of August will always be known as the worst day of my life. It is the day we found out she was gone. It is a day of trauma and a nightmare that I can't believe I had to live through. Although today, 2 years later, is "just another day" in this life after loss, I  get pulled back throughout the day with flashbacks and tears. It is not something that can be stopped. 

My heart breaks and shatters all over again for her.