10 Years Old
I felt my baby girl’s hand on my cheeks not tight in a fist but so soft just like they felt before the disease ( juvenile huntington disease) took over her body…. She kissed and kissed and kissed me she knew she didn’t have very much more time… She was saying goodbye to me 4 right now…. But even though my mind was saying NO you can’t leave me I am supposed to go before you it was me being selfish because my heart could not see you suffer anymore…. I know you’re in a better place just like people keep reminding me but to me the place is in my arms…. You will always be my little angel and someday I will see you again… I love you my angel and miss you so much… April 1, 1997-May 9, 2007.