December 24, 1990-September 3, 2006
My shattered heart cries each day for my beautiful child. I long for the day that she is awakened from death and I can wrap my loving arms around her.
Keeping the memory of my firstborn alive as I welcome another into my life.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
and no one cares about why.
Tupac A. Shakur