It takes practice to smile again after the death of your child.
It takes practice to listen to your children talk about their grief when all you want to do is cry.
It takes practice to find faith again when faith was stolen from you the moment she died.
It takes practice to quiet the distracting noise of anxiety that is the white noise in your mind.
It takes practice to hope again because you know that death is real and takes the innocent without a second thought.
It takes practice to trust after loss, because anger and grief take up all the spaces in your heart and need to be tamed again.
It takes practice to look at life as a gift and know that your time is not moving away from the moments you last held her, but is quickly moving towards eternity where you will be together again.
It is hard, but I have come to a place where I can smile again. I hope the same for you.