To my dead daughter, Thea. I miss you so much, even 15 years later. Why did you have to go? Why am I still brushing away that tear from the corner of my eye? I should be doing that when I see you win awards, bring home your first boyfriend, feeling my heart burst with pride. Not sorrow. I wish I could have seen you grow and become the beautiful young woman I am sure you would have been. So many what ifs. So many lost memories. So many regrets. So few days. Sleep tight my Thea bird and fly high with your Angel wings.