OCTOBER 18th-"My daughter won't stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help."

The clock is ticking loudly, as the night gets darker. The hour’s late enough that the television program, I’m not even watching, is an infomercial for a blender.
I stifle a yawn, and contemplate taking an advil to ease the throbbing pain behind my eyes. Another sleepless night, filled with heartache and tears, and a slew of people incapable of performing simple actions without an unnecessary gadget.

“WWWWAAAAHHHH!!!!”

I clench the teddy bear I’ve been holding a little tighter. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself again. I can’t stop the pangs of pain coursing through my heart. My poor daughter: My daughter won't stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help. She’s lonely, and sad, and missing Mr. Bear and her mom.

“AHHHAAAA!!!!! WAAHHH!”

Another shot to the heart. I don’t know what to do. I’ve sat all night by her grave, reading the bedtime stories I used to read when she was alive. I’ve placed Mr. Bear at her grave then when that failed I brought him back. I couldn’t bear to part with him. I’ve found a number for a woman who says she can help with this kind of stuff. Apparently she’s an expert. I hope so, I can’t take this anymore and I’m going to comfort my baby even if it kills me.