Since you Left Mommy

 


Submitted by John LecKrone


Her Sweet Willow,

  Today is the same day that I took you to the doctor to get your 4 month shots.Before we left to go to the doctor I remember taking a picture of you in your green seat as you sat on the counter and watched me cook.It was a normal day.Your appointment was later in the afternoon.This would be the last picture that I would have of you normal.

Before we left to go to the doctor you were your normal self.Smiling so beautifully!

   I didn’t know that my decision I made this day to take you to the doctor would justify your fate.You were so happy as we left the house.I remember looking in the rear view mirror and watching you play with your toys in your car seat as you smiled so sweetly!As we arrived to the doctor you were weighed.My heart felt happy when the nurse said you were 18 pounds!🥰Growing so perfectly!We were sent back to the waiting room to wait for your name to be called .Moments later we were led to the back.I wont ever forget that room we were in asked to sit in as we waited for the doctor .Georgia Bulldog theme covered the walls.You continued to play with your toys as we waited for the doctor.The doctor arrived and he smiled as he looked at you ! I won’t ever forget him saying “Wow! Her smile just made my day because today has been a rough day”....as he nodded his head.I remember laughing and feeling so proud of you and the affect you had on others.🥲 You would always light any room you were in!

  After the doctor assessed you and went over how healthy you were and how perfectly you were growing he left the room.The nurse arrived.As she arrived she had a tray with your va))ines . 💉  I undressed you and layed you on the table.She proceeded in doing what she came in there to do as she poked you the first time.You screamed, your face turned bloody red and she couldn’t handle you as you fought her to stop.The nurse then asked me to hold you down for your final injections.This haunts me to this day.Your screams replay in my head.I did as I was asked thinking that what I was doing was to protect you! I held you down.You stared at me in agony.You had the Hep B, Prevnar 13, DTAP and rotavirus. The FDA approves 5mcg of aluminum as a safety measure , you were injected with almost 2,000 mcg of aluminum this day along with the aborted fetal cells,antifreeze,formaldehyde,ect...

As we left the doctor you screamed a high pitch scream for a matter of minutes in the backseat of the car and then fell asleep.This is when I lost you .When you awoke you were never the same,you were very lethargic.You were not yourself.You became very sickly instantly after.I tried to control your screams and your fevers .I thought I was doing the best that I could.You stopped eating and drinking .I kept telling myself you would get better ! I was wrong , I had no idea that your soul was getting ready to leave mine.A few days later I found you.You were lifeless.Your brain hemorrhage.You had a blood snot clot on your nose.I shook you and screamed for you to wake up and look at me.You never did...

You were gone.You were cold.I was so scared.Your heart had stopped beating as mine continued.The whole world stopped spinning.Your brain hemorrhage from the heavy metals, your liver also.Your body was too weak for the overload of heavy metals and toxins. Everything was a blur ..I remember it felt like forever for a first responder to get there and it was only a matter of minutes , he didn’t know you and I remember watching him from the porch as he tried so hard to bring you back on the back of the bed of the truck when I know in his heart that he knew you had been gone for awhile.I remember the cop stepped forward to walk up the steps of the porch and as he mumbled you were gone I screamed so loud nothing came out of my mouth, I was that scared .I remember having to make a decision so quickly rather to burn your body or bury you.Picking out your tiny dress and your coffin. ⚰️ I was given decisions that no mother should have to make.I miss you baby girl! Please stay with me the next few days because mommy is weak when it comes to you.

   Since you have left Mommy has fought.So has many others ..We have traveled multiple times to the CDC in Atlanta, many meetings at the Capital.Robert F Kennedy Jr also came to educate the legislators on the Bill HB416 that would teach parents the harm of va))ines and the tripled schedule & ingredients.Multiple billboard’s have been put up in your memory to educate others.Your story is world wide along with thousands of other overwhelming stories that are the same as yours.You also have multiple songs that have been released in your honor.Your memory is definitely alive and you have saved so many! I’m so proud of you baby girl and the impact you have made from heaven!Your spirit is strong.

I’m so sorry for all of this baby, Mommy didn’t know.I do promise you one thing your death will not be in vain!I won’t allow it !You had a purpose and I’m watching it prevail.

Only one thing changed when you left.. “Everything”.

#JusticeForTheVoiceless

#WeepForWillow

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