I watched TV the entire night of the Swissair Flight 111 crash. I was deeply grieved. I knew somehow, the crash was tragic, sad, inexplicably keeping me in a solemn prayer the entire night. I sat, nine months pregnant, that night, in a sad and lonely prayer. Hoping, pleading, crying for there to be life. And then my water broke; I went into labor. It dawned a beautiful day here in Canada, as I pushed my newborn daughter into the world. I had prayed and prayed for life, and God gave it to me. I named her Amanda Swissairia Dawn. I know she did not replace anyone, but it gave me hope, that life does go on, and continues. I have grieved for a lost best friend, and a father. Its hard to think that life goes on without them. It gives little hope. But my beautiful daughter was so precious, I took one look at her, and I felt like she was an angel saying, Theyre ok in heaven, Mommy.

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