I carry my baby girl, Zoey Tamsyn, in my heart.  I will always hold her there, but I ache to hold her against my chest where we always were heart to heart.  Zoey’s heart was broken–it had a hole in it  Now mine in broken too.  When I felt her heart take its final beat, I thought mine would stop too.  There are times I swear it does.  Times I have to remind myself to breathe.  Times I actually think my heart is splitting.  But my love for her is stronger than the pain and stronger than the fear of living without her. I will carry her in my heart until I can hold her again.