People everyday tell me how strong I am. And yes, I have learned to be strong on camera for pictures and in public in front of strangers, friends, and family. It is a skill that is learned and not easy to come by. Behind the scenes are where the true feelings of emptiness and pain hide. In a lonely car ride, a quiet house, and the thought of not having to worry about your baby girl each night when you're trying to fall asleep. Car rides are the worst for me. Music makes it worse and silence is a daunting sounding no grieving mother can handle. A grieving mother is a woman who can cry all the way to where ever she is going and as soon as she pulls up, wipes her tears and puts on her smile. A grieving mother is the lonely woman in the grocery store who smiles at anyone who walks past her. A grieving mother is brave and strong, yet weak and vulnerable at the same time. The pain of a grieving mother runs as deep as a shattering soul. A pain that will never go away, but only get worse as time goes on. The amount of times a day you have those moments start to become less, but the excruciating pain of it continues to cut. This is a grieving mother. The tears and the make up smears. We are not strong because we want to be, we are strong because we have to be. For all the mothers out there grieving a child, you are not alone. You are brave. You are strong. You are loved. #prayersforkylie #kylieslegacy #kyliestrong #godsl