I Thought It Was Her

I came across this photograph by accident and when I saw it I was taken back. This could be Ava. The younger Ava I remember. I cannot express in words the overwhelming feelings of emotions that came over me when I spotted this. Most of the time, I think I am OK then something comes across that floods my mind with memories. I know in my heart she is lost to me. That is the most difficult part of living everyday just knowing she is lost to me. I do not know the seven year old Ava. However, I remember clearly the newborn, infant, toddler and pre-school Ava. How can I forget? She was born in my house and lived with me full then part time until she was four years old. God, I miss her.  I miss those curls and that pointed finger.