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Angel Senior Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 551Pennsylvania 
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She was an angel. Her blonde hair flowed down past her tiny shoulders. Her blue eyes shone as bright as fireworks on the Fourth. She had the cutest little button knows. Her lips perched to form a heart red enough to compete with Santa Claus's cheeks, and that's what she held...my heart. She loved to dress up in dresses and my high heels. She would raid my makeup and have tea parties with her dolls. I remember her as if just yesterday I was tucking her in reading her a bedtime story. But it wasn't yesterday, it's been three years since I saw Carolyn and I will never forgive myself for what happened to her. Each and every night I pray to the good Lord above that He shall bring my little angel back to me. But after three hopeless years, one begins to lose hope. How I hate to say those words...but it is very true. Life isn't as bright and cheery as it was when she was with us. All this time, and nothing, nothing at all. Not even a clue. But I swear to God, if those terrible, terrible people hurt my little girl I will get revenge on them when I find them. I have sworn this to Carolyn. The day she was stolen from us is a scene that plays repeatedly in my head each and every day. There is no escaping the horror of that day. My little girl is gone, and I blame myself. It was Carolyn's fifth birthday and we decided we would take her to the most magical place on earth to celebrate. Carolyn, my husband and I were in line for The Tea Cups, Carolyn's favorite ride. I looked up for a second, I swear, it was only a second, to see how many tickets we needed. One minute I was holding my little girls hand, the next she was gone. Stolen from my life forever. Never heard a scream, never saw the heartless monsters who took my little angel from me. It was the most traumatic experience of my life until the present, and I know nothing could ever be worse. Someone who isn't a parent, could never fathom the horror of losing a child. We immediately reported the incident to the park officials. They were very kind and understanding, but no luck. We went home in shambles, our minds a place far and distant, perhaps with our daughter, crying between tears which felt like rain. The next few months of our lives were the hardest. A living hell. Every night I would peek into her room, I suppose expecting to see my tiny angel curled up under the Teletubby bed spread waiting for her "night-night" story and then to be tucked in by her mommy and daddy. It never happened and each night I returned to my bedroom and cried. We were blessed with amazing friends and families who have been our strength and courage through this entire ordeal. My neighbor, Sheila, has been there for me at 2 am when I was having a nervous breakdown or at 2 PM just to talk. Sheila lost her son when he was only 3 to an incident in a friend's swimming pool. She felt every second of my pain and I hate myself for putting her through those feelings again, but sometimes a friend who understands is what you need. The next two years or so have seemed like an eternity. They drudged along. My sunshine was gone. My life was dark. And why? Because some insignificant excuses for human beings stole my little girl. They may of took her from me physically, but Carolyn's smile will live on in my heart for all eternity. As for her captor's, they will get what they deserve when they go before God on there final day. And when they kneel before him on the day when we are all judged, I hope I will be there to see them cowl in the power of the Lord. Today, May 30, is Carolyn's eighth birthday. This morning I got a call from the Colorado State Police they found a girl who matches Carolyn's description. They informed me there was a ninety percent chance the little girl was my daughter, but I would not know her if I saw her. Her captors chopped off her curly blond locks and she has sprouted up quite a bit in the past few years. Although she is malnourished after being found living in a cardboard box with rats, she was safe. I burst into tears. A thousand emotions overcame me all at once: love, joy, pain, triumph, and utter happiness. They said they would fly her in to Trenton, New Jersey where we lived, since we have been through so much. I also consider the couple who found my little girl while walking in the park to be guardians sent by my God. But they were wrong, I did recognize my little girl. A mother never forgets a smile like that. My husband and I spotted her at the same time, ran to her and threw our arms around her. We shared tears, and smiles, and went home, to our house. And for the first time in years, it wasn't empty. She was so tiny and weak the day we picked her up, but she has made a most outstanding recovery. Another year has past, and she is completely back to normal. Her beautiful blonde locks have returned, her smile is bright as ever, and she is a normal child. She is a straight A student, plays soccer, and loves to dance, God, how that girl can dance. Watching her dance I remember the feelings of loneliness while she was gone and can't help but wonder how either of us made it through that time She has terrible nightmares once in awhile, but that is expected, my little girl will pull through. She is a survivor. I suppose you really don't know how dark your life can be until your sunshine is stolen right before your eyes. Lucky for me, angels really do exist. ~Susie "If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "Driftwood" |
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Alpiner New Member
since 2000-04-19
Posts 9 |
Wow Angel this is so realistic. It is a real tear jerker. It is obvious that you put a lot of time and work into this, and it turned out beautiful. |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Angel~ I don't know what it is like to lose a child, but It must have been hard. Heaven bless the Angels in your life. "Even a fool knows you can't touch the stars, but it doesn't stop a wise man from trying." Harry Anderson, "Night Court" *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
This was a very sobering story. You send out some very strong messages here. I am also awed and amazed at what love and the human spirit can conquer together. I wish only the best for this child and others like her. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Susie, I can only guess what is must be like to lose a child. That was a powerful story, thank God you found your little angel. I don't believe in miracles but after reading your story I think I am wrong. Thank you for sharing your story, thank God for the happy ending. ------------------------ "Here chewing your tail is joy" Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Will you accuse me as I hide Behind these layers of disguise And the mirrors of my own happiness.I've loved the freedom of being inside Need a new start and a different time Something grows in the space between me And it's twisting and changing this fragile body" -Nicky Wire |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
Wow, this is a wonderful story. It must be horrible to lose an angel, but it's a thousand times more wonderful to find that lost angel. You are very lucky, and I'm glad that God decided to give your angel back to you. Good writing. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde |
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Angel Senior Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 551Pennsylvania |
Alpiner~ Thanks hun. You're the best  . Love yaDawn Eclipse~ Thank God it wasn't a true story (I'm only 15 ) But definitely interesting to write. Glad you enjoyed Jana~ Thanks Your words really do mean so much.Brian~ DON'T BELIEVE IN MIRACLES?!? That's crazy, miracles surround us everday, just most are taken for granted . Like I said, not a true story, but I'm glad you liked . But reconsider the miracle thing, would ya  ?LoveBug~ You don't know how much that means coming from you . I'm so glad you liked it, but like I said NOT a true story .~Susie "If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "Driftwood" |
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Jennis#1 Member
since 2003-07-08
Posts 112IL, Usa |
Great poem. It touched my soul. It made me cry. keep on posting. |
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