Oh its nights like this that I ask how could you leave me Kaitlyn? How could you leave me Kaitlyn? It’s the selfish question of a very hurt mother that cannot fathom how we were so close but yet you had to keep your depression a secret. Of all people in the world, I know you knew I would understand. How could you show me such beauty and joy and then just take it all away from me? How? Oh I question God, I question the world, I question the injustice of it all and it does nothing to diminish the pain I am in. You were a gift to me Kaitlyn, and then you were just taken away, just like that, no warning, no anything.
But these are the selfish questions I ask. I do not forget what you suffered that even overcomes the above mentioned selfishness on my part.
Just the ramblings of a mother at 11:30 pm that knows her daughter is dead and can’t do a darned thing about it. The helplessness of it all.