Tis is an email passed on to me from my friend.. I found it very
touchin.. HOp it can touch u, Goh..
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 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
