Angel Caprice

Hello my name is Angel. I live in Austin, Texas.

I stumbled upon this wonderful website after hearing the tragic story of a beautiful little girl who went missing, then later was found in a suitcase that was pulled from an irrigation pond near Tracy, a small town where San Francisco's suburbs meet California's farm belt.
I was overwhelmed with grief.
The pain of losing a child is something you couldn't possibly imagine and something you will never get over.
While in tears, I wrote several memorials for the Precious Little Girl, her name was Sandra Cantu.
God Bless her little soul.
For some reason this story really touched me, I guess maybe because, she reminded me of my beautiful niece Chelsea Celeste.
"Chelsea" was ran over and killed on a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon, February 23, 2003. So many questions, Alot of different stories, and Absolutely NO ANSWERS!!!!
She'd just had her 7th birthday and was a brand new Big Sister, she was such a happy child.
Chelsea brought smiles and laughter to everyone she came in counter with, simply due to her charismatic charm! Lol! Oh! How she loved to perform!

My mom calls me and says, "There's been an accident and they're Star Flighting Chelsea to Brackenridge Children's Hospital from Bastrop," where she was with her father.
As I get into my car and start to warm it up. My sister Rachel calls me, "She Died!" " Chelsea Died!" I remember telling Rachel, "There's gotta be a mistake!" "What HAPPENED RACHEL?!" Are you sure?!!" She says again, "YES! she's dead!" Then no response, silence...
I remember when my mom first called me with the news of the accident, I was scared. I remembered getting angry, and I grit my teeth as I looked up and told God, "DON'T YOU DARE TAKE HER!" "Let it be a broken arm or a broken leg but, DON'T YOU DARE TAKE MY LITTLE GIRL FROM ME! SHE'S ALL I HAVE!"
Sitting in the car after I heard the news she was no longer here, I was numb.
I really can't remember how I drove. Before I knew it, I was on the highway on my way to the hospital, with so many questions and no answers.
I park in the hospital garage and proceed to walk up to the doors of the Emergency Room. I stop. I grab a hold of a yield sign pole, and rest my head on it. I remember looking up at the sky, it was so blue, not one cloud, the birds singing, and listening to the sounds of life happening all around me.
The grass, the street, the people. I just looked around, I was numb.
As I get to the Emergency Room Doors, they slide open. I swear I feel as if I'm floating.
As soon as I'm inside, I am overwhelmed by the loud sounds of my family screaming and crying.
So many questions, again no answers.
Mom, Rachel, Eve, and I were escorted back to Crash 1, where I never will forget the blood covered floor. Chelsea lay on a cold metal table with an oxygen tube still sticking out of her little mouth.
You know it's funny. She didn't look like Chelsea.
It was soooooo weird.
Her skin was still warm. I remember holding her soft precious little hand and watching her nails turning white before my eyes. I was numb.
That moment, I cursed GOD. I was born and raised in the Pentecostal Church. Watched my mom give her all to a God, the same GOD who had just taken our child in such an ugly way.
We buried her a few days later. Ice and snow covered the ground where just a few days before the sun shined down.
In the casket my soul crawled in and lay beside my Chelsea, and there it stayed.
I remember I was at the cemetary mostly everyday. I needed to be close to my baby girl and my soul.
I would decorate her burial plot for every holiday.
I mean, she was my Valentine, my little leprechaun, the sole reason for dying so many Easter eggs , oh God! I could go on for days ... She was all I had.
Then one day, I just stopped going.
I realized the cemetary only held a casket with a body. My little girl wasn't there anymore.
My soul? Well, It took a while but, it finally found it's way back home.
My heart is still broken, and I know, will mend in time.
I just try and think of how she would look now. When I'm shopping and I see a little girl with thick dark hair and big brown eyes about her age, I get HUGE lump in my throat and I have to swallow because, it hurts.
I miss her big smile, I miss her laugh, I miss her eyes, She was so goofy!Lol! There is not a day, hour, or a minute that goes by that Chelsea does not cross my mind.
That Little Girl was the best thing that had ever happened to me...(smile)
She was my "Life"...
I just wish I could have said, goodbye.
God, I'm sorry. Forgive me.®

"I Thank God For Everything he's Given me and for Everything he has Taken... he has made me Stronger..."®
AngelCaprice®
www.AngelCaprice.com


"My Wish"

GoD? Are you There? One more thing and I'll leave you alone...
Please, Bless all the Beautiful Innocent Children who's voices went silent on this planet. All I ask is that you grant peace in the souls of their loved ones, as they morn their precious little lives...
Thank you, I love you... Angel