This morning I looked out of my kitchen window while making my coffee. The little girl that lives next to us was playing on her bike and singing songs that probably she was the only one who could make sense of it. She was having fun. On the street, alone with her bike. Sometimes people don’t understand that I miss Anna Sophia more at moments like these than when it’s her birthday or during Christmas for example. Grief taught me that it’s ok to miss someone. Grief is love with