I can't believe the day is finally here where I'd be sending you off to Kindergarten. I remember after you died a friend in our support group talked about how hard it was every year when other kids started school. I sat there and thought "That's too far away, it won't happen". Here I sit flabbergasted at how quickly the years have flown by, without you in my life. I can't help but stare at pictures of little girls going to kindergarten and wonder what you would look like. Would your hair be curly like Tinsley's or striaght like Arista's? Would you be scared to venture out onto the bus, or would you jump on in without looking back? Instead of shedding tears of joy on your big first day, I'm feeling the hole that will never heal. I'm longing to hold you one last time, to see you with eyes opened, to kiss your beautiful cheeks, to run my fingers through your curly dark hair. You are never forgotten, and will always live in my heart. I know that someday soon I will see you again. I'm proud to have you as my daughter, and hope you feel the love that we all have for you. I love you Preslie Quinn!