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 knew
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 there was no
sound. I guess they had you all pinned down
because 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
realized 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 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 that
terrible things 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 no longer I 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."
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