More than Just a Broken Heart

In this month of hearts, it's easy for me, and I'm sure most people, to lose sight of the fact Cora was much more than just her broken heart. Cora was born with a heart defect, but that's no who she was. I'm an activist and advocate for other newborns born with heart issues, but "Congenital heart disease" doesn't even begin to describe my relationship with Cora.

She was my entire life. She is my entire life. It's hard to imagine that she'd be talking, walking and perhaps starting potty-training now.

Our short time together meant so much. I'd do it all over again just for the 9+ months and five days I had with her. I'd go through every moment of this pain again, just to have her.

I looked at her face, and knew a mother's love. The world looked different during those five days. An inner peace infiltrated, even when I cried to my husband when hormones took over.

That love and compassion I felt for her, and felt for everyone, is why I started doing good in her name. I want that love to multiply. I want the world to be better because Cora was here. The world is better because Cora was here. Cora's love hasn't left. Her beauty is still her. I'll always be an optimist because of her. I know the world is beautiful, because of her.