Yesterday marked one year since my daughter passed away. It was the worst day of my life. I keep thinking about what I did the day before she died. I stayed with her at the hospital, talked to her, brought her Starbucks, and truly believed she was going to get better. But instead, she got worse.
The next morning, I got a call telling me she was unresponsive. I rushed to the hospital and stayed by her side the entire day. Later that day, she passed away. It should never have happened. The hospital didn’t give her the right care, and too many people failed her.
I miss my daughter so much, and the grief has not gotten easier with time — it’s actually gotten harder. I think about her all day, every day, and it is so difficult to get through each day. I am sad and depressed all the time. Sometimes I cry in public, but I don’t care.
There are so many places I wanted to go with her, so many things I wanted to do with her, but now that will never happen. Robin was full of life and fun. She loved living and enjoyed every moment.
I will love and miss her forever. She will never be forgotten.
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