Today I gave Strength to my daughter on the anniversary of her father's death. Six years ago, when she was nine, her father committed suicide blowing a hole in our lives and hearts. She is still trying to decipher the indecipherable. Some days, weeks are harder than others. Sometime she falls in a hole and can't see the light. For her: Hold on to your key, baby. You have more strength than you can possibly image. This event does not define you. You are still becoming the woman you were destined to be. I am so proud of you and will always be here to hold your hand, wipe your tears, and try to make you laugh. Pass it on when you are ready. Love Mommy.