It’s been well over a year–since August 2011 since my last little one flew away. It’s gone pretty well, but I’ve noticed that I don’t hear from her quite as much these days. The 25 texts or more we shared daily, the weekly phone conversations, the monthly visit (yes, monthly!) have decreased considerably. And I’m starting to feel lonely. It’s starting to hit me. And I keep thinking “Now what?” More than anything, I wish I had my kids back. I wish it was 1979 and Tracey was being born. And then Brad–then Wally. Surprise! Andy! And finally, baby Juliet. These wonderful days of my life–the best, no doubt–are over now. I am determined to make the best of it, but I am feeling the loss.