This morning, for the first time since last Monday, I got up, got dressed nicely, and even put on jewelery.  We were going to the hospital to get the pictures of Gabi and I sort of hoped that if I looked confident I might feel confident.

My grandmother's best friend came along to hold my hand.

I actually came though it a lot better than I thought I would.  In many ways it was really a little bit therapeutic.

The pictures, her hospital bracelet and hospital card will go in my bottom drawer with other pictures that I do not look at most of the time.  A picture form my parent's wedding.  A picture with all my grandparents.  Of us leaving the hospital with Channah.  Our wedding day.   And now my Gabi.