My daughter passed on the 19th, 3 months ago. Around the 16th of this month the guilt hit me again of taking her to surgery. I was so sad and crying looking at her pictures, telling her I was so sorry. I fell asleep crying. The next thing I know she was laying next to me in the bed, still in a baby form but able to put together simple baby sentences. We played, I bathed her, changed her clothes, did her hair, read to her, just like she was still here and I wasn't dreaming, but the whole time I knew I was dreaming. As if I knew our time was almost up, I began to cry and tell her how sorry I was for taking her for the surgery. She looked at me and said no no mommy no cry. Not your fault. I looked at her and crying I said its not my fault MooMoo. She say no mommy no be sad. She jumped in my arms and gave me a big hug and kissed me. It was so real I could smell her, feel her. I told her it was the best sugar on this earth and she smiled at me, laughed , and disappeared. I awoke crying, not from sadness, but thinking she is worried about me even from beyond. She knows about the ulcer I have given myself worrying and the depression I have been in and from beyond my angel looked over me and came to me. That is why no one can tell me there is no such thing as an angel because Layla was and still is mine.

You and your daughter are wonderful people.

A friend of mine says, we shall all meet again.  And I believe.

May the Lord hold you and your daughter close to his heart, always.