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 existence. 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 arm
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 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 arm 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
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 existence. 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 arm
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 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 arm 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
0 comments:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Post a Comment