Missing my heart and soul . You may think I’m talking about myself, but you would be wrong.

This time of year , like the last 40 years, is always a painful reminder of the loss of our beloved Jenni. Her absence casts a long, dark shadow over our lives, and the grief we feel is profound and unrelenting.

Jenni was a bright and spirited child, a beacon of hope and love. She possessed a wisdom beyond her years, a deep understanding of the human soul.

November 5th, 1980, was a day of immeasurable sorrow, a day that forever darkened our lives. On that fateful day, the loss of our precious Jenni, a young soul taken far too soon, joined the ranks of countless other innocent children who have been lost to tragedy, like a sacrificial lamb.

It brings to me why I wrote “Soul Saviour” , it was my way to express my grief and loss, by exploring how an helpless soul can be transformed into a celestial superhero. By channeling my pain into creativity, I found a way to process my emotions and honour the memory of my child. The story reflects the universal human experience of suffering and the enduring power of hope.

Jenni never had the option to experienced friends or anything in life we take for granted. It frustrates me to no end because her life doesn’t have any meaning to others. Her footprint on this world is barely a smudge. She’s just a cog in a machine, a nameless face in the crowd. I wish the world had a chance to know Jenni , but that would be impossible, since her time on earth was tragically short.

Today, I write this for all parents who have walked this painful path, a club no one wants to be a part of. Yet, through shared experiences, we find solace and strength.

May the memory of our lost children, like Jenni, forever be a source of comfort and inspiration. Let us honour their lives and find solace in the shared experience of grief.

Bari Marcus Anthony

PS: I’m currently writing my second science fiction book, a collection of short stories titled “Stardust.” This title is a tribute to Jenni, as I believe her spirit, like stardust, is a part of all of us, even after death.