too long

It's been two years, 4 months, 2 weeks and 2 days since I kissed my sweet daughter's face.  With time it gets easier, but it never goes away.  I think of Emmy every single day.  It hurts every single day.  I actually want it to be this way because I don't want my Emmy to not be a part of my day.  If that makes sense.  I called it a fog.  I have to say that my "fog" is a light, transparent essence that follows me now.  It's starting to disapate (sp?) and I can't wait until it's gone.  I sometimes am scared to think of my life with out my "fog".  It's comforting in a way.  It's protecting me, in a sense, from the reality of what has happened to me.  http://emmysangels.blogspot.com/