Today I am finishing plans for my daughters memorial service tomorrow. Again my mind goes to "it wasn't supposed to be this way."

Tomorrow is her due date. I should be holding her in my arms tomorrow, hearing her cry. I should not have to be planning a service to remember her short life. I should not have to be worried about seeming overbearing to my friends asking them to come. I almost don't want to be there tomorrow.

But I will. I will be there for her.