Sunday, May 16, 2015
A psychological trick I’ve been working on - going to bed early after a day of no news and rising early the next in the hope that this will be the day I find Emma. Nights have become the hardest, days, a little easier, hopeful. Monday is my birthday. Emma always made it a special day. Actually, she made every day special. She started each new day as if she were seeing the world for the first time. I miss you Emma, the pain is far deeper than words can express.