Dear Corona, I don't like September 2. This day brings the nasty reminder of losing you, now 3 years ago. I tried so hard to not think about it, I remember how wonderful you were, and I try not to think about how you left me. I still think about you every day, the wound has healed I think, but never forgotten, it still hurts like a phantom limb. I miss your wiggles, your joy, and your velvet belly. We are leaving this place altogether. This place that brought me the greatest pain I have ever felt. I leave your grave, but I don't leave your spirit - or rather, your spirit does not leave me. I am so thankful that I had you in my life, but yet so saddened to have lost you so soon. Would one more day have been enough to spend with you? I want more. I had to come here and remember again, it's important you know I still love you and I miss you, but it hurts too, why do I come? I miss you Corona, I think I always will. love your mum.