Found by Rachel Berenson's memorial:
I'm so, so sorry, Rachel. The way I've acted over the last few weeks, it wasn't fair. You pulled me away from a safe existence and into a harsh new reality. I'm not defending what I've done, or the things I've said or the way I've felt about the whole situation. I'm saying that I only wanted to protect my daughters. Sara, Jordan and you.
You changed over the last few years. Somewhere along the line, my clever, beautiful little girl disappeared and instead all I was left with was an arrogant, overconfident person stranger. It upset me, seeing what had happened to you during that war, and I didn't like it because at the same time you seemed more vulnerable than ever before and there didn't appear to be any way in which I could help you.
Perhaps the worst thing of all is that I never got to say goodbye to you. One minute there you all were at camp, discussing plans and strategies and the next…then I heard that you had been killed. Not in a fair battle, but in cold blood. A polar bear against you…it's not fair. And it's not, and I'm going to be saying that over and over until Hell becomes a summer holiday spot, because that day I lost a part of me that no one can ever replace or fill up again. You. My eldest daughter, my baby, gone. I still have Jordan and Sara, but the three of us and your father are always going to be grieving for you, because that's how much you meant to us, how special, how precious you were. And are, and always will be.
Goodbye, Rachel. We're all going to miss you. A lot.
Love, Mummy…