Oh Dayna, how I miss you, how I miss you so very much! It has been a year that you've taken your life. How I wish you could have overcome your schizophrenia just enough to have been able to call and trust me to come to your aid; to enable you to have some glimmer of hope to help you. I wish you hadn't blocked your phone to my desperate calls to you. I look at your picture first thing when I wake up and just before I go to bed. I still cry quietly when alone with my thoughts of you. The pain in my heart is as strong as ever. I miss your wonderful hugs, your calls to me on Mother's Day and my birthday. You took your life the day after my birthday or perhaps the evening of March 28, 2016. I don't forsee my having a happy birthday ever again. You are gone forever and I cry every time I realize that. It was a cruel occurance that you were born with this mental disease. With all that I tried, I couldn't protect you, I couldn't save you. I'm told you are "at peace." That doesn't help my anguish as a mother. You are gone forever. I can only hope your DNA is somewhat carried on in your sister's daughters and that they will have inherited all the good that was in you. I will always remember you, my sweet daughter.
Am Israel Mortuary