Nights are the worst. Most nights I sit up and cry for my lost little Janice. I didn't realize till Kevin mentioned it tonight how much I miss the sound of her board. Janice loved that board so much.
I still wonder what I missed and I still can't answer myself. Waiting that day outside future shop for my family I let the thought cross my mind once that Janice could ....pass and she did. I don't know how to go on. I know I have to and I am even working on returning to work. But NOTHING will ever be the same.
Even another child will not fill the void I feel in my heart and soul. One day Janice may look in on a sibling or two but even then I will still miss her and wonder what she would be doing if she were still with us. Janice will always be my first little angel. I wish every day that Janice was still here bouncing on my pillow and ramming my angles with her board. Forever in my heart, Janice Margaret Destiny-Ann Story.
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