Krista, my child, my baby. I miss you more each year. I'm having trouble celebrating your birthday (May 4) when I know what happened the week afterwards. I know in my heart you are in a better place but I must be selfish because I really still wish you were here. I didn't have the chance to tell you how much I love you on your last day. I didn't get to comfort you. I am so sorry for that.It breaks my heart to think you were alone. I still can't get that out of my head.I will always love you .