There was nothing I wanted more than to hold my baby girl one more time. Hear her little silly laugh while she pulled my beard and told me that it needed to be as long as Santa Clause. When I looked into her room, I was reminded of having to give her CPR the week before she passed away. When we got to the hospital, and she had finally regained consciousness, she smiled at me and said she saw mommy. As much as I knew she was ready to leave me then, I still wasn’t ready for it.
