Miguel, my angel

Author: My First Name
Baby Name: Miguel
Abortion Date: November 1988

The day I found out I was pregnant, I was full of different emotions but when your father wanted nothing to do with the pregnancy, I allowed him to lead me. I was 22, afraid of failure and disappointing my parents, my family. The oldest of 5, I was always suppose to be the exemplary offspring and sibling. I felt you being removed from my body that horrible day. My chest and gut were on fire as my heart was breaking in so many pieces. The doctor and nurses were so cold and uncompassionate. I had so much regret instantly and wanted someone to just stop. I wanted you but it was too late. I love you and miss you every day. I have so much heart ache and have tried to forgive myself but sadly I haven’t. Today I realized that I may one day meet you. Maybe I’ll get a glimpse of you when I die and see you alongside Jesus. I envision you with a beautiful smile, green eyes and curly lite hair. You’re beautiful in my mind and you definitely live in my heart. Miguel is the name I gave you. I believe that Michael, the Archangel (angel of death), carried your soul to heaven.
Psalm 25:16-18
“16 Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted. 17 Relieve the troubles of my heart and free me from my anguish. 18 Look on my affliction and my distress and take away all my sins.”