One year ago was the last time I saw my sweet baby, Kyra, alive – the last time I saw her sweet face, her beautiful smile, heard her say “Momma” and watched her run around in circles and giggle. I dropped her off for a forced visitation, and she was murdered on July 27, 2016.
My heart has been ripped apart and aches in a way I hope you never, ever experience.
There are no words that will help the pain. As we approach the horrible “anniversary” of her murder – or as I like to call it, Kyra’s Angel Day – do this Momma who misses her baby girl every single second of every day one huge favor this week – say Kyra’s name. Say it out loud. Tell her story in whatever way it has impacted you. Post it on Kyra’s page. Post it here. Post it on your wall. Tell a friend.
While I will be the first person to admit talking about this hurts, if we do not speak about it and address the real reason she was taken from us at 28 months old, more babies and children will die. Let her legacy be one of saving other lives and preventing other babies, children, and communities from experiencing the horrible and atrocious pain I live and breathe every day.
Kyra, Momma always loves you! I miss you so much. I hope you can see me blowing kisses to you in heaven.