monologue

First, “(shaky at first, then building)

I just don’t understand… how can this be? My daughter… my Shelby… she had so much life. She was supposed to see her baby grow up, she was supposed to have years ahead of her.

Second, (swallows, voice cracks)

I was there when she took her first breath… and now I was there when she took her last. And I just… I don’t know what to do with all this… anger, and pain inside me.

Third, (tears, almost shouting)

Why did this have to happen?! Why her and not me?! I was ready, Lord knows I was ready—but she wasn’t. She wasn’t.

Fourth (quietly breaking down)

My baby’s gone. And I don’t know how to keep breathing without her.”