Please keep SCI-FI and Mrs. SCI-FI in your prayers today. It's the anniversary of the loss of their second daughter, and I know they're hurting today. Their world changed, irrevocably, eight years ago; a senseless loss that shook their foundations; a sweet little girl never given the chance to survive.
I know they're hurting today. I'm hurting today.
Eight years is a long time, yet it feels like the barest eyeblink that I got the call. A mutual friend who lives nearby to SCI-FI called me to tell me what had happened. I'll never forget that juxtaposition - I saw the name come up on my phone and assumed that the baby had been born. Well, she had - but she never came home. Even now I can't think about that day without crying; my niece deserved her shot at the brass ring and she never got out of the starting gate.
All I can offer today to SCI-FI and B is that I'm thinking of you both, as well as the rest of the clan.
That is all.