A part of my own self has left me. I find when I get overwhelmed, I clutch my chest just so my soul won't leave, this loss is ripping my very soul out. I know you would not want me to hurt this very bad, but here we are. All I can do now is force myself to move on. I always knew you were good to other people, but we are in awe of those reaching out and the most common thing they start with is "I am alive because Jessica helped me" were so proud of you for that. But we are devistated that you did'nt listen- you know your recovery had to come first. You took on too much, too quickly, but I understand it was to keep yourself busy so you would not have idle hands. Now we can only feel that hole inside that nothing else can ever fill the way you did. I will promise you, I will try my best to fill it with love for your children, and as we raise Logan, he will know what a good Gingerkid his mommie was. And I will forever be grateful God allowed me to be your mommie and to have all these wonderful memories of you. I am so blessed He has shown me the last few days; I can remember how it felt the first time you moved inside of me. I remember every detail of how you looked when you were born, your learning how to sit, crawl, walk.... love others, I am blessed to have been the first one, and I am blessed to learn of many loves you had with your friends and their own precious memories.  
You'll get alotta leacture up there at first, but wait, someday we will all be once again, together.