Before my beautiful daughter was born, I was pregnant, after over seven years of frustration and waiting and trying. I lost my first little angel when I was three months pregnant with her. I will always love and miss my special little lost angel. This is my memorial.
Then, that terrible night came; the night that I awoke to a baby's cries in my sleep; to find I had lost you; that you had been taken from us before we ever had the chance to hold you. I won't say before we had the chance to love you, because we already had fallen hopelessly in love with you, from the first moment we found out you were growing inside me.
Its been ten years now, since that night. I still think about you all the time. Your sister, Britny, knows about you know, and she misses you, although she came after you had left us. I know that you are with us, very much a part of our family. You are not here for us to hold, touch, kiss, and hug; but you are there for us to love and to let us feel your beautiful spirit. I know you watch your little sister Britny grow, and I think she feels your presence too; you comfort her when your dad and I are not able to.
We love you, our little lost angel, and I hope that you know always how special to all three of us you are. We miss you.
