You know, Caylee, I read today about how attached you were to your mommy. I read that you never wanted her to leave your sight, and how you always wanted her to hold you and love you and be near you. I started to cry again, Caylee, because it reminded me of my own daughter, and how she always wanted me to hold her, and be near her when she was your age. And I couldn't get enough of her smell, her soft skin and holding her. I would hold her and carry her until my arms ached. She was and always will be the most important thing in my life... just as you should have been to your mommy.
I hope that now you are in a better place, and understand that sometimes grown ups have serious flaws. I hope you understand that it had absolutely NOTHING to do with you. You are sweet, and innocent, and loving, and beautiful. I would have loved to have you as a daughter, I would have held you and played and kissed you a million times, just as I do with my own daughter.
It's not fair sometimes, the hand we are dealt... but I keep reminding myself that you feel all of the love being sent to you from all over the world by millions of people. And I hope you feel the love every mother has for their own child and realize that you deserved all of that love in this life... and I hope you feel it now. Love you, baby angel.