If you haven't yet thrown this letter away, you're braver than I was three years ago and I thank you for reading on.

There's no point in trying to tell you how pretty my little girl was. How I felt to watch her sleeping - knowing that the fight against pain would begin again the moment she awoke.

My thoughts are my own. Yet strangely enough, memories of this terrible time when my family tried to wrap her in our love and shield her from the inevitable, are far from joyless...(details of charity given here, prior to the following conclusion)

Sure enough, everyone has a cause and is asking for your money these days. All I can ask you is to give whatever you can possibly afford. Sadly, I'm not one of those people who believes that everything happens for a purpose or that some 'good' will come out of Lilly's death. Maybe, though, years down the line when we've managed to bring a little happiness to others in Lilly's position, I may regain my faith and make sense of it all.

In the meantime, please help if you can. And thank you for reading this difficult letter.

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