If time heals all wounds, I need a refund...... it's not working

It's hard to believe it's already been THREE years since I kissed my Little Peanut goodnight for the last time. The routine nature of Aug 15th, 2009 stands in such stark contrast to the absurdity and surealism of Aug 16th, 2009. How can the world change so quickly? While we slept, the last of our 'innocence' or 'naivete' about the true nature of life was stripped away. This is not to say that we were ignorant of the severity of Olivia's condition, we were fully aware that her life was always more fragile than most, but the suddenness of her departure magnifies the loss - never a true goodbye. The truth that all life must end in death was laid bare in the three hurried strides  I took toward her crib that Sunday morning. I can't even recount the number of times that scene has haunted my mind without anyway to remove it.