When I start to feel overwhelmed with grief I just think about my daughters favorite movie from when she was a toddler. Finding Nemo. And one scene in particular... and I just keep swimming. Life is good. I have a job. A car. Healthy children and a man who loves me. Most days I smile a lot. But im still missing her a lot. It's been 88 days. They say time heals all wounds. But I wonder how MUCH time it'll take for this hurt to subside. I had almost 37 years of the most genuine, unconditional love that I've ever known. And after 88 days I still feel so lost. So I just keep swimming so as not to drown in my grief.