Today marks 40 weeks since Lucy passed away; when we were suddenly, cruelly robbed of the precious future we were supposed to have with her. Two-hundred eighty days. The time has now arrived in which our little girl has been gone from us for longer than she was here thriving and growing. It seems so… final. It hurts. Though on one hand it feels as though I’ve been carrying this grief eternally, on the other hand, it seems but a blink. Just a blink in time. Yet, Lucy’s short life forever altered mine; such a small life, but such an enormous impact. I am only now just starting to grasp how irrevocably changed I am because of that sweet little baby and all the light she’s brought to my life. Light accompanied by intense pain in the aftermath of the loss of her, but light nonetheless. Only now do I truly understand the power of love. She will always be my guiding light, my star…