Seven months...more then half a year, yet I remember it like yesterday. I have been so busy, this last month has flew by...I guess that's what happens time keeps on going even if you wish it would stand still. Sometimes when I think back to that September day it seems like a dream, one of those that you can't believe is happening. I remember being relatively calm when they were working on Giovanna, thinking this isn't happening...she's going to be ok, they're going to wrap her up and give her to me to hold any minute now. As we all know, that didn't happen, she wasn't ok, it was hours later when I got to hold my baby girl, wrapped up in a pink blanket. I think about how far I've come from those days right after we lost her, not knowing how I was going to make it through the day...it still hurts, the pain doesn't go away but it does get easier. I can talk about her, tell her story and think about who she would have been without getting upset. I think about her everyday and how our lives would be with her here with us....but I can't change it, as much as I wish I could, I can't change the past...it leaves me with no other choice then to accept that it happened, there are no do-overs in life, no matter how much we wish there were. I pray that God gives me the strength to go on knowing that one day we'll meet again.