Dear Avie,
I wake up every morning afraid that I’ll lose my ability to write to you.
I pray that I can continue to talk to you with my paper and pen.
I’ll continue to write to you until the end.
This is your story.
You’ll soon begin to see.
I hope that it will make its way up to you my sweet.
Whisper in my ear so that I can hear you.
Please tell me everything will be ok.
Take me away from all of this pain.
Xoxo –Mommy
