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I think of my daughter every single day. I miss her every single day. It is different now than in the beginning. In the beginning, I felt as if I were walking barefoot on an old country gravel road. I never knew when a sharp rock of grief was going to pop up and tear open a new wound.
It can be quite frightening to explore the recesses of your mind and talk about what you find. However, if you intend to make any real progress in your grief work, it is a necessary task. Only then can you can learn the truth that is buried underneath the surface of your thoughts.