Dawn was a very weak baby.
She had weekly visits to the hospital. Her tiny heart, begaining to fail. Yet she was a fighter.
On Nov. 13th, 1998, Nick and I got married. I carried Dawn down the asile with me. We dressed her all in white. The service was so pretty. It was the happiest day of my life. I had the dream family. A prefect husband, and the sweetest little girl.
Dawn was doing so good! Her doctors were so surprized. The appointments went less and less. Dawn was starting to act more like a normal baby.
Just as we thought the nightmare was over..
On Nov. 24th, 1998.. our little girl died. It was after noon. Dawn was crying non-stop. I could not figure out why. She had no fever, and had been fine, when we took her to the doctor the day before. I picked her up..and cuddled her in my arms. Sang sweet songs to my little girl. Dawn smiled up at me.. than she forever closed her eyes. Just like that my baby died in my arms. Dawn died at 1:39 that day. The day I will never forget, as long as I live.
Dawn is now in heaven. She has her wings. There she recived a new heart. All the pain went away. My baby is living with her
Grandfather Davis, and her aunt Mary Lou. And here on earth, she is also living, in our hearts forever.
