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.