It is December 27, 2024, 2:20 AM. It has been seven months since Emrys passed away. I can still feel his tiny body go limp. That will forever be imprinted on this flesh, and in this heart. And forever wrapped around my tortured soul, allowing me to feel the most divine love I have ever known.
It has also been two months since Mr. D passed out of my life. I can feel him. I can smell him. And I see my own blood as he stabs me repeatedly in his mind. He thinks I am a dark on be cause I make him feel things. I speak his thoughts. And I am always stilll and cold to touch. He does not see that he is killing his answered prayer. He prayed for someone who would love him unconditionally, accept every part of him, be nurturing, be loyal. Someone who would never bring him shame. God answered, and he is now destroying God’s Gift.
And here I am. Sitting, and trying to find a way to completely block him out of my space and time. In fact, As I type this, I am manifesting a shield. I am pulling my energy in. And as I slam this shield down between us, he will feel the cold, and in that moment he will realize… his answered prayer has had enough.
I have work to do and promises to keep. I have a purpose. I have a message to spread, because there are too many Tiny Angels who have passed too soon, and someone needs to speak up. That someone is me.
December 2023:
Raven was growing and turning grey at such an early age. Juju looked so beautiful with Emrys growing in her belly. We had already made so many plans . This Christmas was going to be so amazing. So happy. We did not want to ever imagine this empty space that we are in.
