Isn’t “chance” a fiendish jokester, my precious daughter? Just after you slipped out of my life, your brother introduced a beautiful new baby boy into my life. Let no one dare suggest to me that someone else might fill the space in my heart that’s particular to the size and shape of you.
Someone might try to tell me these two events were serendipitous. I could agree with them, but then we’d both be wrong. That End is not related in any way to this Beginning. I do expect to be happy for my first grandchild’s shape to grow and fill his own space. There is room for new beginnings and my heart needs some new happiness.
I miss you. So much.