My sweet, sweet girl. My love. My heart. An ocean of grief that I will cry, tear by tear, for the rest of my life. Or however long it takes to cry an ocean.
Our fierce, brilliant muse. A ballad composed of joyous melody and sorrowful harmony. No sound will ever lay so sweet on our ear; no lyrics will ever dance so gracefully from our tongue. Hers was a song we know by heart. Hers was a life all her own.
Our very best memory. Silly games and passionate arguments. Tears and laughter; mistakes and honor. She will not fade away, for her brother, mother, two fathers, grandparents, aunties, uncles, cousins, and dear friends will continue singing her song to each dawning day.
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Goodnight, dear child. Sleep well.
~ Lindsey Rodni-Nieman
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I am sorry you lost your daughter, I do pray everyday all of you a healed heart. I know what it is to lose a babe. It does not matter how she was taken, she is not here for her Ma. There is no perfect way to act or look. It is a Mom who lost her child. I know the circumstances are just abnormal and strange. I also know a couple of witches. They say this is just stupid. No one would raise a child sixteen years to intentionally send her out to die. I wish folks would rest with that for you. I am mad for you about this. I just want you to know I pray your days can have joy and life. and that I have a feeling until real answers, the public won’t rest. I think it’s o.k. to live normal as you can. And just ignore them. I am sorry, I love all of you from my heart