One day we will meet again. Our time in this life was far too short and it has left me with a broken heart, a piece of me now missing forever. I am now left to grieve for the fact that I cannot watch you grow into the person you supposed to be, or that I will never see nor hold you again. Nothing can prepare us for that kind of grief, the kind that comes so suddenly and is out of our control. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that one day we will meet again, not today, maybe not tomorrow, but our time will come again.