It's hard to imagine that our dear girl would be 3 months old today. Even harder to imagine that she would just be about born if she followed her timetable.
Everyday, it's like living in the Matrix. I'm not sure if what happened had really happened. Once, I was in the office and I just had the realization that I was a father. A father. Imagine that. It just feels like a bad dejavu movie. Sometimes, I wonder if I even exist.
I have a picture of her in my office now. It was a picture of her in the hospital. She looked like she was waving and smiling and winking at the same time. I try to tell myself that she is, but I know she probably wasn't. I just got that moment.
We got Taylor's ashes about 3 weeks back. Now, the urn is sitting on the display cardboard we got.
Happy Birthday, Taylor. We love you very much, where ever you are, when ever you are.
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