she is gone. My meliss is gone. I don't exactly know what to write about this. 57 days and I learned to be happy with an small movement of her eyes, or her unhappy face. Selfishly, I would give anything to be at ucla right now sitting and talking with her and holding her hand. Her tiny, perfect little body finally stopped moving. How do I live in this world knowing that she is not here, alive and well. I will never hear her call me honeypie again. Or hear her laugh. I keep waiting to wake up and realize that this entire situation has been one terrible nightmare. I keep waiting for her to call me.