How do you start a blog? I've been reading them for a long time, but this is a first for me. I'm Reese. I'm 27 years old; I have a "husband" of five years and a 3.5 year old daughter. I live in a trailer house in Montana, and by trailer I do not mean those cute little modular homes people put over basement foundations. I mean a 16 x 80 foot wooden structure with a metal roof. That leaks. Two dogs, three cats. I am currently a first year nursing student hoping to survive my first year. I suppose all of this sounds pretty run of the mill so here's the twist: 4 years 8 months and 10 days ago my baby boy died. Almost five years have passed. That might sound like a long time to you, but to me it seems like it happened a few months ago sometimes even a few weeks ago. As time goes by I find that people have forgotten, moved on. I haven't--how could I ever? My daughter is the sunshine of my life (you'll be hearing much more about that later), born a mere fifteen months after my son's death. That means I was pregnant six months after he died. This little girl came bounding into the world and she fixed a lot of things that were wrong in our lives...but people have acted as though she fixed everything from the moment she was born. Like we didn't have a reason to be sad anymore. I've learned the hard way that people don't like to be reminded of how brutal life can be.