I am in Heaven now. 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.” C omplete 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 away to a
wonderful place. Then I was
happy. I asked the angel what
was the thing was that killed me.
He answered, “Abortion”. I am sorry, 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 imposible 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
Do you think these babies
chose to die?
This is dedicated to the memory of
all the aborted babies throughout
the world. Please pass this on to
as many people as you can. If you
have a heart; you will. I posted it
here, because I know you have a
heart and will post it to others, so
that they will know what happens
to their child and all the pain the
baby goes through when they
abort their baby.
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