Brittany Rebecca Helton

There are so many things that make me think of you. I look at your little sister, and the way she smiles or the expressions on her face and BAM…..there you are, all over again. I see someone with the same name, spelled the same way and BAM. I see things that your friends post on Facebook about other young people who are dying to soon and I pray that they did not take their lives like you did. I pray that they had people they could have leaned on in their dark times.

A very old friend of mine from when we lived in Colorado sent me some pictures of you when you were so very young. You were the fattest baby ever!!! I loved that about you. When you were happy. It pisses me off that some crazy bitch took that happiness from you. That I could not help you or save you from that. That you would not let anyone help you. That you did not reach out to anyone and tell them what you were going through. That she THINKS she was your mother. What a joke. What kind of a mother makes their children feel like she made you feel, and your sister also for that matter? What kind of a crazy bitch disregards her own children for someone that she did not give birth to, but acts like she did? What kind of a mother would lie to her ‘children’ so she can make herself look better? I really hope that one day someone tells her just how crazy she really is!! Everyone is so afraid to tell her the truth and they just stroke her ego to make her feel better. They are afraid she will explode. She is a sad little person.

I love you my sweet girl. I hope that you are resting. Getting the rest you needed while you were here. I hope that you are taking care of all the babies and animals up there. I miss you everyday.