I woke up today knelt and prayed. Thank you Jesus for another day. I bathed my child, my child was what I called him. He was in high spirits, I got him all dressed and strapped him to my back of course my gele was standing and my clothes on. Stepped out it's a busy road, a popular one that e everybody knows. Church is full as always. I sat down as the mass went on. Oh glorious mass.... I prayed for my country and president my child, my state and my church... It was over. And still in high spirits I stepped out it sounded like thunder, I cannot really say but it hit me bad I was on the floor immobile. I really can’t tell how but I know something was missing...my arms...my legs...my eyes. My child.... it was my child no arms .... laid lifeless tattered clothes’ I couldn’t cry...my voice.....gone.... “please, please, help my child” I heard the voice... he’s gone, he’s gone your child is gone Calm stay please stay calm. That moment on I knew I would never be Calm, Sanity would be a thing of the past, I couldn’t keep a gift of God. An innocent life cut short... I was destroyed.... forever by the beasts I prayed against in church. Did God close his ears?
 Are the gates of heaven shut?
 Did I not knock enough?
 Why did he give a gift he’d take back?
 What sin have I committed so grievous he can't forgive?
 First, my husband now my child.
 Or is God dead?
Well now I can never give you the answers because the dead remain silent.
What is the use of a 40 year old robbed of her only child. The only one I hope they all die all of them. Feel the pains I felt for two months Then only then would I smile victoriously from heaven if my soul is accepted or hell if my suicide is counted against me.
RIP ME
My SCAR I felt but I eased my pain