Today is the one month “anniversary” of the day Bree was taken from our loving arms, though the word “anniversary” seems to imply something that should be celebrated. This is definitely not something for celebration. I’ve lost about 15% of her life – time that could never ever be replaced. Time that is filled with more changes than you can count. Inches grown, ounces gained, teeth emerged, crawling learned – just a few of the things that we’ve had to miss: just a few of the things I will never have memories of.

And all of this suffering and pain and loss over a plant?! Over an allegation?! Over the choice to successfully treat an illness when no other treatments worked?!

I know my ex is watching this site – he has started to defame our character yet again by posting comments on media links as “anonymous”. I wonder how a person can have such a tremendous amount of hate in their soul that they go to any length to destroy another family. It must be a miserable existence. It’s definitely not the way I would want to live my life.

He maintains that there are parts of the story I’m leaving out. It’s interesting how liars always accuse others of lying. I’m not going to tell you otherwise. I encourage everyone to come to the trial and see for yourself. If there’s parts of the story I’m leaving out, you will see it then. I’m certain my readers are intelligent enough to decipher the truth.

In the meantime - it’s already been a month since my poor infant child has been gone, and it will probably be at least 2 more weeks. On one hand I want that time to fly by so I have her back sooner. On the other hand I know we have so much to do before trial starts that I’m already wondering how I’m going to fit it all in. So while I can’t pray for less time or more time, I can pray for peace while all this takes place.


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