June 1994

The weeks and days approaching Chelsea 1st year were so stressing.

My stomach is in knots. My chest hurts. It is difficult to breathe.
I should be making cupcakes and decorating for a wonderful birthday party.
But instead, We go to the cemetery and decorate her Special Place.
This is not my idea of a fun-filled birthday.
My heart is torn in pieces.

Seems as though it's just another day to everyone else.