Dearest Caylee, Your beautiful life was cut short, by the women who made your life real. The women who you loved so dearly. Your tiny hand can no longer be held by the people who loved you. You singing can no longer be heard. But Dearest Caylee, you will forever be in the hearts and minds of all of us. We love you, even though your mother could not. How could she end such a beautiful young life? No one knows. But Caylee, your in heaven now. Where nothing can go wrong, No one can hurt you. And today, I wear Purple. So I can remember your life, mourn your death, and celebrate the start of your new life in heaven. With love, Amy S.
