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Sunday, February 12, 2006

My little Angel

I sit here with tears streaming down my face as I type this letter. There is no way to describe the pain and emotions as everyday is yesterday. I never had the chance to say goodbye or tell her how much I love her. They say the pain gets better with time. This may be true in the case of losing a loved one, but not when you lose your child. We age expecting our children to bury us, never to lose one before their time.

When I set the table for dinner, I still have a habit of setting an extra plate for her.
 
When the mortician said someone would have to identify her, I insisted because I had to know for sure if it was her, or should I say, praying it was not her. I was in denial, thinking I could hold her one more time but they would not let me touch her anywhere, not even her hand; she became the evidence.

Could I identify her? No, he had smashed her head and face in so badly. He did other horrible things to her too. I went into shock; the top of my hair turned grey immediately and my heart shattered into a million pieces. To this day, I wake up screaming and crying from nightmares, seeing the way she was in the hospital morgue.

Sometimes when there is a knock on the door, I think in my heart "Oh, maybe it is my Dolly". The glimmer of hope is shattered as quickly as it came as I still keep thinking one day she will come home.

This horrible creature, whose name I will not use because he is not a human being, is a mark of the devil to have brutalized my Angel so badly.

When he came to trial, he wore sunglasses. He never showed any remorse through out the whole trial, sitting very smugly and smirking occasionally. When the jury went to make their decision, he turned to me, took off the sunglasses and tucked them in his top pocket. He then smirked right at me, looking me in the eyes as much as to say "too bad".

Helen Prioriello