I took a pen and put it to paper. Then I looked at the blank page. I tried to will myself to write, but I did not have the words to say. Then in long deep thought, the pen began to move in my hand. All of the things that I had been feeling, that I had buried for so long. They lay scrawled out on the paper, every line was filled. I set my pen aside and let go of all my pain. I then signed the letter between the tear stains. It's simply said my apology and I addressed it to you oh God in hopes that you will understand.

Who will remember me and what will they say about me? Will my family think kindly of me, or will they even care? Will any who I might have helped even think of me? Will those who I may have wronged come and forgive me? I know not how I shall fall, for as a mortal man I struggle each day. So I ask myself this poignant question, who will remember me?

After three days of sorrow, the clouds rolled away. The new day had come and the air was quiet and still. Then the earth was shattered by  a violent quake as all of creation stood in witness. The door to hell was opened and death was cast away. It was a new morning for salvation when Christ rose from the grave.

I came into being as my soul fell down from heaven. I looked forward to seeing you but now that will not be. I was waiting in the womb the day that you decided that you could not have me. Though it broke your heart, you did it anyway. You felt that you would be better off because that's what you heard other people say. So they took you in a room and you lay there quietly you could not hear the Silent Scream as they slowly cut me away. You could not hear my heart stop beating or hear my spirit pray. Now you are free of me, it was simply a few Cuts and a snip. Then they took me out and it was like I never lived. You left without thinking and they gave you something to **** the pain. A good strong drink and a couple pills and the memory of me went away. You should not worry though because what you did was not my end. My soul is with Jesus now, and one day I will see you again. When you come to heaven I've just got one thing to ask you see? I just want to know, why you aborted me?