It seems to hurt more each day. One month ago today, I gave birth to my beautiful little girl. One month ago tomorrow, the love of my life and my little girls daddy died without notice. I still remember, he was with me all day durring the delivery. He left us that night at 7:30 because he was tired. He kissed me and told me he loved me and was the happiest man alive. He promissed to be back at 7:00 am. He never came back. He died in his sleep at 36. The police broke down the door at our home and found him in bed. Each time I look at our daughter I smile. She laughs in her sleep and everyone tells me she see angels. She must be playing with her daddy.