When I imagine visiting you, it is in a place like this. Where I’d quickly be reminded that you are in a much better place surrounded by overwhelming beauty and blissful peace… In fact, it is solely based upon this that I can find comfort. For I’ve now learned that grief is really just love…It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. It’s all of the unspent time and everlasting love that creates a hollow space in your chest. Grief is love with no place to go. Next month is six years without you my beautiful angel…And yet each year that passes by without you, I still grow to become more and more like you. I am my mother’s daughter.