7 Months

It has been 7 months:

since
that final embrace
that kiss goodbye
I saw those big beautiful eyes for the first and last time
I was happy

of
sadness
tears
emptiness
heartache
sorrow
guilt

of missing
you big feet
your long fingers
you

I love you my sweet daughter, my Delilah.
There was not a day in these past seven months when I did not think of what should have been.
At seven months you would have been able to use a sippy cup.  That's amazing to me, so I went and bought you a sippy cup.  I miss you so much and I wish that I could have saved you.  I wish that things were different.