I had to go to little Chloe's funeral. She was the twin sister of Donovan. Their mother, Jennifer, is my husbands cousin. She died at a little over a year old. Leukemia. She was the most beautiful little girl with the sweetest little smile. When we were at the funeral, her daddy read a letter he wrote to her. And even now, just thinking of it, makes me cry. It was beautiful. I don't think I cried that much at my grandmas funeral. Not one single person there had a dry eye. It was one of the saddest things I've ever experienced. Every holiday since then has been a little rough with the exception of this past Thanksgiving and Christmas. I have an awesome daughter who is pretty outgoing and has an awesome little personality. So we'd be together for holidays, and she'd be sitting on the sofa with sunglasses on and I was hoping Evie wouldn't make too much noise. I guess I felt like I was rubbing it in that Evie was healthy and Chloe was gone. Finally... after a few family get togethers.... she started bringing her camera and I saw her smiling when she was taking pictures of Evie and Donovan. That's when it started to feel better to have Evie around. Today... Jennifer has a new little girl, Ava. She still has all of the pictures of Donovan and Chloa in theri matching outfits and she has pictures of Ava in her sisters clothes. It's touching. I pray that I never have to go through that again.