St. Patty's Day marks the last holiday with out Sydney. The last few pictures I have of our baby girl are of her smiling and wearing her piggies proud in her St. Patty's Day attire with her "brotha". The days are getting tougher and I'm starting to feel the pain more than ever. I'll be honest I'm breaking down and nothing can fix it. I'll remember like I always do, but will allow myself to break down. Yesterday I had a moment, and I ended up fighting through it. Tears are just a way of your heart trying to grieve. My heart is doing just that, grieving, remembering through the holiday, and making the best of the memories that we had.
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