So how am I doing? Is what everyone wants to know.

I'm doing very okay, considering. I mean, you know, my daughter died, and so I am very, very sad and sorry about that. But I'm not destroyed or falling apart. I'm living day to day, and sometimes I feel okay, and sometimes I feel very sad, and sometimes I feel happy and well. The worst times are the times when I almost (almost) forget about it, and then realize with a start (usually waking up in the middle of the night) that she is gone. But other times, I'm pretty much just okay.

Part of why, I think, is that I've had such long and hard training in grief, loss, and suffering. Another very large part is because I have Carolina with me now, and because I'm out and moving around, with purpose and something to focus on. If I had still been alone in that house when this happened, it would have been much, much worse, once I had gone back and settled back into my isolated existence.

But the main thing is that I really, truly believe what I say I believe. I believe in Jesus. I believe in heaven. I believe Adina is in heaven with Jesus. And I believe that I am going to see her again. I really do.