crucible of ennui

My niece Jenna died this weekend. She was 7 years old, brilliant, stunningly beautiful and one of the reasons I wanted to have my own children.

We’re still waiting to find out what happened. They were on the way to the emergency room when she collapsed and stopped breathing. The paramedics couldn’t do anything even though they worked on her until her lungs started to bleed.

I cannot even begin to explain how horrible and devastating her death has affected my sister.

I took it for granted that Jenna would always be there. I took my sister for granted, lied and wasn’t there for her when she needed me most.

I wish I had one more time to tell her how much I loved her and how much I will miss her.