I want to write a poem for you, but I struggle to find words to adequately portray what a great love & loss you were. I saw your daughter this weekend. She’s all sunshine & honey, and a little piece of heaven all swaddled up in a baby blanket. I hope you can see her from up there. I hope you know that you died for the ultimate miracle and she is perfect. I hope you know we will never let her forget how much you loved her, and your boys. We all miss you so much. I wish I could be more poetic today, but all I can be is honest. We love you, mama.