Sept 11th, 2009-

I looked up at your kind eyes while you asked my permission to insert the needle into my arm for a tropical vacation.

Beach margaritas, perhaps?

Although I knew the cocktail you were giving me was much more potent. We smiled at one another.

You were my angel. I told you that you were beautiful and for the first time in my 20-year-old mind I knew this was not based on your looks, but your ability to provide me with genuine care.

You saw me.

I love you.

The angel seen from above affirming my choice, while the suction machine five feet away assured me of the future I had envisioned.

A single tear fell from my eye. Not in sadness for the loss, but the happiness I felt in my heart for finally feeling truly seen.

I think of you every day.

My abortion sedation angel.