Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you precious Eisley. I still can’t believe you are gone. I love the fact that you had strawberry blonde hair like your Grammie. Never in my wildest imagination did I ever consider you would be born sick, much less only live 12 days. Our hearts are crushed with your absence. Our arms are so empty. The house of your mama is so quiet. This world is broken and I believe one day it will be renewed because of Jesus. Heaven is sweeter than ever before now that I have you waiting for me baby girl. In the meantime I miss you so much. It’s like a deep wound that always aches. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe I would lose a grandchild. It’s not natural.