Hi sweetie.

A very nice lady is making me and Dad a pair of angel wings with your name on them; we're going to put them by the picture that your Aunt Ziri drew of you and Mark. Is he taking care of you up there? I hope he is. It makes me feel better to think that my brother is holding you, and keeping you safe. I don't think that there's any reason for tears up where you are, but I'm sure that if for some reason you cry, he'll be there to soothe them away. I wish more than anything that it could be me taking care of you, but I know it can't.

I keep having to remind myself, too, that there wasn't anything that I could have done to save you. I tried my hardest to keep myself healthy, to make sure that you were healthy and to be a good mom while you were here. I keep trying so hard to tell myself that this wasn't my fault. Your Dad reminds me from time to time, too. But some part of me is full of doubt; what if this is my fault? What if I'd stayed home instead of going to AX? Gotten more rest? Eaten more veggies? Stressed less? The world, and my mind, is full of 'what-if's', little girl.

I know I'm going to see you someday, when I'm old and have gone out fighting zombies-- or died in my sleep, either one works. I know you'll be waiting for me, and I'll hold you and kiss you and tell you how much I love you. If your Dad hasn't beaten me to the finish line, we'll wait for him together and ask him what took him so long when he makes it up there.

I love you, Dahlia.

- Loki