I don’t even know where to begin.
My world was shattered on Friday, March 7, when my 24 year old daughter passed away. We hadn’t spoken in almost nine years, but not for lack of trying on my end. I sent her cards and letters in the mail, and wrote a note to her that her best friend gave her at their high school graduation.
I was notified by her dad on Wednesday, March 5th that Emily was in the hospital and very sick. I was shocked. I have a very healthy family, and the last thing I ever expected to hear was that she’d been in the hospital for almost a week. She’d been lethargic, not feeling well, etc. She was moved to the ICU overnight on Tuesday, and by the time I saw her Wednesday evening, was intubated, sedated, and had internal bleeding. While I was there, her kidneys stopped working, so she was hooked up to a 24hr dialysis machine. She just kept getting worse and worse, and by Friday morning, my family, her dad’s family, and her best friend since Kindergarten and her sister were there to say our final goodbyes.
I’m trying to sort through so many emotions.
I’m mad. The chance for Emily and I to reconcile our relationship was stolen from me. I’ll never get that time back. She and my oldest weren’t in contact either. I’m mad that he’ll never get that chance either.
Confused. Why? She was so young. Why wasn’t this caught earlier? Why wasn’t something done sooner?
Sad. My baby girl didn’t get to live the rest of her life. She didn’t get to experience marriage, having kids, going on vacations, and anything else that people love. Her brothers no longer have a sister. Jacob has to live life not completely understanding what happened to his big sister.
Helpless. I watched Emily lie in a hospital bed, and there was nothing I could do for her. I’ve always been able to fix the owies. I couldn’t fix this one.
Shock. How does this happen to someone so young??
Emily was so full of life. She loved Disney movies, Percy Jackson books, and having dance parties with her cousins.
I never imagined I’d have to figure out how to live in a world where one of my kids doesn’t.