As I walk through my bedroom, I suddenly stop, the corner where my baby collaped talks to me...I find myself looking up. I start singing her favorite song...wishing my girl was here,I want her back. My husband looks at me, knowing my tears will start to flow, again! He doesn't understand. He wants to help. He can't! My heart is still so heavy. People tell me it will get better. I still don't believe a word of it...I am no better today then I was the morning of September 11th, 2003. I cry over her picture almost everyday...Is there anyone out there who could help heal my broken heart? I have adopted a NEW baby. He fills my day with joy and laughter. I find myself calling him her name...that is terrible...why can't my heart heal...why...