Jessika

Dear Jessika

Oh baby girl, time has not made things less painful. I think of you every day and I know your dad does also. So many times I want to pick up the phone to tell you some gossip or ask your opinion. It is so damn hard.

Your boys are great, growing, eating me out of house and home. I wish I could say the same for the little ones, but as you well know their dad just doesn't let them come out but once in a blue moon. So sad for them. They lost you, and now us and their brothers. Just don't understand at all. Please keep them safe.

I have just  a few of your things, the rest have never been returned. But I am fixing that shelf up in my bedroom with some of your baby things, dolls and your flowers from your high school dances. I will see happy memories of you every morning when I wake up!

Your dad drug home an old camper. I makes me think of all the camping we did when you were little. We sure put some miles on that old pop-up. I can still hear your giggle as you and our collie Nikki would explore the trails around our campsite.

I miss you baby girl. I have to go now, the tears are starting.

I will love you forever and ever.

Mom