It’s September 1st. The first day of Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. I’m aware in a way that I wish I never was.

Ronan. I had a productive morning. But now I can’t do anything, except sit her and sob and miss you. I don’t have these days a lot, but when I do, I just have to give in and allow them to come. I love you baby doll. I miss your little voice, so much. I know you miss mine, just as much. I hope you are safe.