I am the last in a chain of people affected by grief. By the tragedy of loss and I know this will hurt.

My doll has been broken and there is no way to fix her.

Someone I had believed to be pre­cious, someone I had believed to be cap­able of enhan­cing my slaves and my own life is gone forever.

Can­dace Eliza­beth Cain
Decem­ber 17, 1984 — Novem­ber 18, 2008

Candy surely did not deserve to leave this world so early in her life. Surely she deserved more hap­pi­ness, joy and lov­ing atten­tion than she had received in her past. Two days ago candy left for a bet­ter place, where she can smile, laugh, tease and be as kinky as she always wanted to be.

I will miss you candy, because I was never allowed to really get to know you. I will not for­get you and I hope you will not for­get me while you sit on your cloud dangling your legs.

I will remem­ber you with a smile and these words on my lips: