The day my daughter died was a hard day, but the hardest day of my life was the day I picked up her remains.

I Didn’t Know They Made Urns That Tiny

The day that my daughter died was a very difficult day, but it is not the worst day of my life.  It's not the worst day because it was also the day she was born.  Her birthday and her death day are forever intertwined--one a moment of light and the other a moment of darkness…