My daughter Tiffany passed away 4 weeks and 3 days ago. I still can't believe that this happened and that she is gone. I keep waiting to wake up from this nightmare. Everything I do and see reminds me of her. When I am alone I do nothing but cry. I go into stores where there are things that remind me that she isn't here, like kid's things, it reminds me that I won't ever have the opportunity to help her name a baby, I won't have the opportunity to cradle my grandchild, her child in my arms. I read the posts on this site and struggle with everyone's pain and really don't want to be a part of a group for grieving parents. This means that I am one also and I don't want to be! I want my daughter back, I want to go back 4 weeks and 3 days ago and do things differently. I know that I will get through this, simply because there is no choice. My family tells me how strong I am, I certainly don't feel that these days. Does it ever get easier, does the pain ever lessen, I just can't imagine that it ever will.