Sometimes I fall silent here, I know. There are those times when I just get really bone weary, too much so for words. And there are times when I have to keep quiet for other reasons. But Michaela, in the deepest depths of darkness, silence, and cold, I never, ever forget you. You are always in my heart, and always on my mind.
The traffic on the main streets that I have to travel to get home from work has been so terrible lately, I've been taking the back streets, so every day I drive through the neighborhood we lived in when you were born. I pass the turn we took when bringing you home from the hospital for the first time. There is so much I just don't understand. I do not understand how it is even possible that someone could have come and stolen you away, away from me, and away from the life you were meant to live. You were never meant to suffer the way you have. You were meant to live a life in peace and safety, surrounded by love. Your face was meant to wear a smile, and your eyes to shine with joy, not tears. If you read these letters, Michaela, that is what I want you to know.
Someone sent me this video this morning to dedicate to you. I love you forever, Michaela. Please hear me. Please come home.