This little girl was loved,
Even if she never felt those caressing arms of a parent around her tiny body.
Even if no one sang her to sleep.
Even if she spent most of her days in bed.
Even if no one ever celebrated her birthday with her. Marking off each passing year that she lived in horrible conditions.
Yes, Stacy was loved by so many in our on-line community. I heard the cries through the internet. I could hear the desperation and sorrow as my friend told me the news about the little girl she one day wanted to adopt and welcome into the fold of her family. Stacy. Not long ago, we all rejoiced when we heard she had a family coming for her. A family! She was loved even if she did not know it. My heart goes out to her family. The family who had been plowing through mountains of paperwork, spending copious amounts of money, and exposing their heart so that they could rescue Stacy. Their daughter.
Yet, in the end, Stacey died alone in that crib. I wonder if she knew how many loved her.
Let us not forget.
Let us not stop advocating for these children.