It has been 28 years since your birth and death, my dear Karen, but my love for you has never changed. You’re part of me, and I am happy and grateful to have had a chance to conceive and feel you for 8 months. Although my heart hurts for not having you here with me, for not have seen you growth, time has made it a little easier to bear the pain of losing you. I still think of you as my little babe, but I also like to think of you as an old soul, a soul that only needed to come back to this world for the time you did, just to be loved for a little longer to be able to reach enlightenment.
Happy Birthday my dear Karen!
With all my love,