I heard her crying again last night. It was coming from the back room, in what use to be the nursery.
Of course I know it’s all in my head but it sounded so real. Six months old that’s all, no age is it?
Every day I ask god why, I never get an answer, God is mute.
My husband john keeps telling me I need to come to terms with it and move on.
Its not like I haven’t tried, years spent in therapy. The counsellor was very nice but all the talking in the world doesn’t bring my baby back.
My perfect child, my Jessica, I can still see her smiling face so cute. God why did she have to die?
Can you tell me that? I visit her grave every day just to be close to her.
I remember her funeral like it was yesterday, her tiny coffin.
John carrying it with such ease no weight, no weight at all.
Such a small thing that brought so much joy into my life, it’s just not fair.
Today is the anniversary of her death, ten years to the day that my baby was taken from me.
How the hell can I move on, when I can still her crying every night? I pray to god for help but he is deaf and mute