Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Please read this..
Dear Mommy, I am in Heaven now, sitting on
> Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my
> heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little
> girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I
> was so excited when I began realizing my
> existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I
> saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in
> my developing, yet not near ready to leave my
> surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or
> sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a
> special bonding between you and me. Sometimes
> I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes
> you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy
> yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be
> better soon. I wondered why you cried so much.
> One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for
> you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
> That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
> A very mean monster came into that warm,
> comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I
> began screaming, but you never once tried to help
> me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got
> closer and closer as I was screaming and
> screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please;
> Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I
> screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't
> anymore. Then the monster started ripping my
> arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never
> explain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I
> screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I
> was in such complete pain, I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I
> would never see your face or hear you say how
> much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears
> go away. I had so many plans to make you happy.
> Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.
> Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain
> of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than
> anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I
> was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the
> terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted
> to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I
> didn't know the words you could understand. And
> soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was
> dead.I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a
> huge angel into a big beautiful place> I was still
> crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel
> took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said
> He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was
> happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed
> me. He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child;
> for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion
> is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm
> writing to say that I love you and to tell you how
> much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard
> to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't;
> the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms
> and legs off and finally got all of me. It was
> impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried
> to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also,
> Mommy, please watch out for that abortion
> monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for
> you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be
> careful.
> Love,
> Your Baby Girl
