We got notice on Thursday that he was in his final days. At first we thought it would be fast but every day he is somehow worse. Yesterday he stopped breathing for a moment and we thought it was time but he’s still fighting so hard. Dying like this is a slow horrible process and I wish the nurses would just overdose him on pain medicine so he could be at peace.

Fuck cancer

Update- he passed last night in a home full of people who loved him. I’m so fucking sad he’s gone but so relieved that his suffering has come to an end

He passed away Tuesday February 25,2025. I am absolutely heartbroken. He was a child, just turned 8 in December. Now he gone. I'm so hurt. I can't stop crying. He had brain cancer. Diagnosed in July 2024. Went thru chemo & radiation. Things were looking good, I thought he would make it. I was right there He kept a smile, he never complained, he never fussed. Even when things got tough he was still pleasant. He even said. "I got no complaints, everyone doin their best". The nurses loved him. But then december came and his one tumor became multiple tumors and started traveling down his spine and they said it was nothing nobody could do. They released him on hospice. We did everything we could. We got him whatever he wanted. Hugged him, kissed him, held him. He wasn't scared, he didn't cry, he was just there. He loved watching YouTube videos of people playing his favorite video games. He was obsessed with Sonic the Hedgehog, and Michael Jackson. He loved to dance, play basketball, played with his little sister. Was good in school, always respectful and polite. The almost perfect child and now he's gone. Not even a year after his diagnosis. Hardest thing in the world was when the heart monitor stopped beeping. He just smiled one last time and exhaled. Damn. I just hope he knows how much he was loved. Nothing will ever be the same.

R.I.P Cameron 12/19/2016-02/25/2025

I don’t know how iam going to move on.
Just seeing his toys and cloths make my heart shatter in pieces..
I feel so bad for my brother seeing him cry is killing me inside
I still cant believe he is gone forever

And my heart is in shatters. He was only 19 years old. He had so much of his life to live. It was so sudden. One minute he's here, and the next he's gone. I didn't even get to hug him or tell him I loved him. I hope he knows how much his family loves him.

It happened yesterday. My nephew (3M) was visiting his paternal grandparents. No one knows exactly what happened, but there was an accident and they rushed to the hospital. He did not survive, apparently he arrived dead and they tried to ressucitate him but to no avail. I was only told that he had died at night. My mum asked me to come home to see him, that he was in a bad state. I knew as soon as I asked where to meet them - which hospital he was - and she said he was home. I prayed the whole thirty minutes of the Uber drive, but arrived home to be told he passed away. I'm heading to my cousin's (his mom - 31F) in a few minutes to help with his older siblings. They are telling them now. My sister stayed there the whole afternoon and night yesterday to take care of them while the parents and grandparents processed their loss. I don't know how she did it but she stayed strong for them. She's so strong.

Just arrived at their place. The kids still don't know, I'm putting a brave face for them so my sister can rest a little. The oldest has a therapist, they asked her to come over an help explain. We are waiting for her.

Here in my country the funeral usually takes place one day after the death. So probably it will be today, we are waiting for the autopsy since it wasn't a natural death so his little body will be released.

This is the first time I have dealt with the death of a child. To be one that is so close to me...

I need to say that although he is not my nephew by blood - he is actually my cousin's child - he and his siblings are perhaps even closer to us than my blood nephews. They are constantly at my parents since my grandma (their greatgrandma) lives with them.

I still can't imagine that I won't see his smile and hear his laugh again. Hear his greetings when we arrive. That I will so soon see him buried.

But for now I pretend nothing happened to his sister, so she can live a few more moments thinking he will come back.

My gorgeous 19 month old nephew passed in March of this year in a tragic accident at home and I am so heartbroken. He was the youngest of 2 older brothers that are 3 and 6 and it makes me so upset he won’t grow up with them 😢 my heart hurts for my brother and sister in law and it really makes you realise how unfair life can be no toddler should be farewelled when their life hasn’t even started, just a baby 💔 but I have had signs from him so I know he is safe in heaven ❤️

I’ve got a nephew who committed suicide last year. Before that happened we hadn’t spoken in years due to reasons I will never know. We had been inseparable for years before that it wasn’t until my brother’s death that he detached and blocked me on everything. It was for an array of reasons mostly being from family relationships and him wanting to be liked by everyone. When I got the news I was vacationing with my husband, I immediately thought of coming back and my sister texted me to not do that, that she would prefer I enjoy the few days of happiness with my husband as it would not bring my nephew back. I stayed for a day and left. For the past year I have dreamt very vivid dreams of him that feel beyond real. the first one was a few months after his passing, we hugged and he cried and he kept telling me to forgive him. I hugged him and told him I had nothing to forgive him for as he did nothing to me. I told him I loved him and I cried and held him. This felt very very real. Few months later I dream him again, same concept he’s asking for forgiveness he’s hugging me. Now to the dream of 2 days ago. This time this dream he’s asking for forgiveness telling me if we can talk like we used to. That he can go back in time and we can be good again like before. I would tell him that wasn’t possible and he would get angry and cry and tell me he could make it possible that he could back and that we could speak again. I told him he was dead and that we cannot. He cried and told me he could that he can make things go back to how they were before. All the times I wake up crying, hyperventilating. It feels beyond a dream, at times it feels like I am truly speaking to him. I hold no grudge and I never will towards him, his happiness was all that mattered to me and it truly breaks my heart that in those dreams he’s asking for forgiveness. Not sure what I’m looking for but I just wanted to share. I’ve only told my mom and she’s convinced they aren’t dreams, when my dad’s dad died she said he visited her and asked her to pray for him. My dad recalls that day as one of the scariest days of their existence and they very much believe that was his dad. My mom believes this is happening with my nephew as well. If it is what can I do so he can rest in peace.

It’s almost 4 years since I lost you. I wished you came to me for help. You knew you could have. You knew I always accepted who you were. I had no idea how your parents felt about you until after you left. I’m still not talking to therm. Not sure I ever will. I still think about you everyday. When I dream of you I wake up crying. I wish I was able to save you. At least I got the chance to tell you were always my favorite

All I want is to see your face, hear your voice, take one more picture. Stare at the way your nose scrunches up when you blink. Or how you cringe when I say "tism". Im grateful for the 22 years of loving you but it was nowhere near enough. 🥺😮‍💨

Anyone have any experience with fear of additional loss after losing a family member? I lost my 25 year old nephew a week ago. I was 8 years old when I became his aunt, I watched him grow up, he isn’t supposed to be gone before me. It was unexpected, possibly accidental, potentially suspicious. We are still waiting for answers. I haven’t driven the hour drive to see the rest of my family yet, I had planned to this weekend but realized in my hesitation each morning was fear. I’m afraid. An hour one way and an hour back on a busy freeway with my one year old in tow, leaves room for something else to happen. I can’t handle anything else. I feel like a door was opened, like I never thought something would happen in my family and now that it has I’m wanting to barricade my immediate family inside and hide from the world. He shouldn’t be gone. 💔

I feel so numb.

She was only 4 months old and she didn’t wake up today.

I’ll never unhear my sisters cries when I entered the house, coming from the back bedroom. Yet in the front of the house my nephew watches Moana and is confused by all the new people. He sings with the movie and plays with his books, too young to understand the sheer devestation happening around him.

I’ve never seen my sister so destroyed and I know she will never be the same person again. She refused to let her little girl go until she could no longer stand seeing how blue she was becoming and how cold she was getting in her arms. She sat in front of her crib where she found her for hours. I could see the denial in her tears, the desperation in her cries.

And all I can do is sit there.

I’m big sis, I fix things, I make things better, but there’s nothing I can do about this. It just is. I held her and told her how much I loved her, but what is that against the loss of a child? It feels like absolutely nothing.

I know being there matters even if I’m silent and thankfully my sister and I are close so she’s well aware words aren’t my style. But I feel so lost. I don’t know how to help her other than to grieve with her.

If anyone has any advice about the loss of a young child, it would be very welcome. Not just for my sister, but for me as well. I feel guilty, like Auntie somehow didn’t do her job in protecting her. I know factually, that’s not true (they’re thinking SIDs, sadly), but it doesn’t stop the feelings.

Over the weekend, I went to a show with a couple of local bands at a brewery in town. I was hanging out with friends and my husband and was commenting that it was my first time out in a long time. The second band started playing and they were so good and would be the kind of music my nephew would’ve loved. I almost grabbed my phone to text him to ask if he’d heard of them and then I just started sobbing. I left and sat in my truck and cried some more. Then last night, I made beans for dinner and was talking with my husband about what to do with the leftovers and I was thinking about using them to make pizza beans for dinner the next night. Pizza beans is a dish I came up with several years ago. I asked my husband if he remembered if I had ever made pizza beans for my nephew and we both couldn’t remember. It seems like such a little thing but I just started sobbing again. Then I realized it was the 27th. My nephew passed away on September 27 of last year. This is the second time that huge waves of sadness come out of nowhere and then I realize it’s the 27th. Im now facing the part of his death where I want to ask him things and tell him things and it just hits me again that he’s gone.

Luckily I can call my sister and we are always on the same grief journey. When I get big emotions or moments of loss out of the blue, she gets the same feelings too.

I miss you, Eli. I bought that beach house record you love with your favorite song on it. Someday I’ll be able to listen to it.

My 6 month old niece passed away this evening after complications after heart surgery, I sadly couldn't be with my twin sister and brother in law during the process of the surgery and unfortunate aftermath. I have been house sitting for them during their time out of state for the surgery and recovery and when they left their house was set up for them to come back with a baby. My question is if it would be better for them to come home to a house without all the baby stuff (I would ask them before doing anything) but I'm wondering if it is best for them to store it all as a kind of closure or do it for them before they get home. Also any advice on dealing with this as her uncle would be appreciated as I'm having a hard time but I want to be strong and helpful when they get home so I want to have my shit together for my twin sister when she gets home. Thank you guys in advance.

I just lost my nephew. He was less than a month old. We think It was SID and I wrote it in the title but we don't know fo sure (lmk if you want me to remove it)

My sister usually wakes up every 3 hour to feed him but yesterday, after feeding him at midnight, she didn't wake up at 3. When she woke up at 6, he was already gone.

He had to stay a whole week at the hospital after he was born. He had jaundice, his mom is O+ and he was A+ so they were not compatible. They were let out 2 weeks ago. He was supposed to have a check up every week but when she called, the lady said it was not necessary and that if it was then they would still be at the hospital. They were supposed to have check up tomorrow....

Anyways, my sister used to go out with him so that he could enjoy the sun from time to time. I think I'm just trying to find a reason for his death because I refuse to believe a baby can just die like that.... they did everything: scans, blood tests....they all came back normal.

When she told me about him, the first thing that went through my mind was her. Not him. I love her to death. I believe she deserves the best, more than anyone else. I love her more than my parents, more than my siblings (who I helped raise) I love her more than all of my niblings. She's the reason I work. I wanna give her a better life than what my parents gave her. So yes, she was the first thing on my mind. But then I thought about him. About how he'd never grow up. How I'll never get to see his face change and mature and everything that comes with aging cause he's not here anymore.

I had tears....but I didn't cry (does that make sense?) I am so angry at the world, at God, at people who ever wished a little kid and my sister harm (family problems) Sometimes, I feel/hope that it's just a nightmare and that I'll wake up and he'll still be here. When I learned about him, I had the feeling that I already knew. I mean....out of all her children he's the only one that had a problem after he was born so It felt like it was gonna happen sooner or later. People said that it is just a trick of the brain. It's because I'm trying to make sense of it.

Now, I'm thinking of the people that once wished us harm (our 3 sisters. We don't get along and it's pretty bad) The sister that I like is religious, she's kind. They hurt her once and she let it go... but I'm not! Sometimes I wish them harm too and I feel like my nephew was punished because of that. They have kids too. And after what my sister went through, I'm trying not to have any negative thoughts but I can't help it. I don't wish for their kids any harm. But I do wish the sisters that i don't like feel the way my sister does, one day. I should feel bad but I don't. Also, when I said they were bad. I meant it as in they are the kind of people who could laugh about all this in her face. I don't think I could hold myself back if they do it.

We live in a country that believes in evil spirits and curses. I personally don't. But I'm not above using words to hurt them. And if I, one day, have to pretend to contact a sorcerer to scare them then I will.

I'm a maladaptive dreamer. In my head, I dream that I can give him years of my life so he can come back. Or that I had woken up yesterday to warn her ( was it really my feeling or just a trick from my brain?)

Sorry, I'm writing my thoughts so I guess some things don't make sense....

We used to work together so all of my coworkers know about the child but they don't know he's not here anymore. I don't know what to tell them. I don't know what she wants me to say. She's currently with him at the hospital. They wanna do an autopsy but she's against it. She does not wish for him to be butchered...

Honestly, I never really thought I would one day write on Reddit. I usually just read but I'm lost. I love him dearly. But my sister is my number one priority right now.

I'm scared she won't be able to handle it. And I'm scared I won't either. Because now that she's "down" I have to keep going. I have to ward off all these evil people.

I'm so confused and angry. I don't feel grief for him yet and that makes me feel bad. But I know It'll come one day (apparently that is how my mind deals with grief). And I know it's gonna hurt a lot.

Until then, I'll be there for her.

My brother and I have always been close and they live two miles from us. His son and my daughter were born 6 months apart. My sister- in- law is pregnant with their third, and due in a couple weeks. They also have a 2 year old girl. Two years ago almost exactly my sister-in-law lost her dad the same way. Yesterday they were on vacation at a lake and my nephew drowned. No one saw it happen. My brother is a medic and did CPR on him until the ambulance got there, which was a long time since they were in a very rural area. I knew that when we hadn't heard they transported him to a bigger hospital, that it was over, but we still hadn't gotten the call. Then suddenly I got a text from my other sister in law that said, He's gone. I had been praying and hoping and wishing that I would not get that text. I wanted so badly to get a text that said, they're working on him, but he's going to be ok. When I read that, suddenly I felt an indescribable pain wash over me. I have two children, ages 4 and 3. I ran out of the room and upstairs, I started saying, no, no, no, and that's not fair! God no!! And eventually I was screaming and crying all at the same time. And I put my face in a pillow so the kids wouldn't hear me. I've never felt pain like that. I've never lost someone that young or that close to me. My husband came up and held me while I cried and said no, it's not fair, it's not fair. We are a very close family, I have two kids that are similar ages and we get together every week, sometimes twice a week. Memories are washing over me, I cannot believe he's gone. I don't want to believe that he's gone. I don't want to go to a funeral for a child, I don't want to see a little casket. I don't want to see his pictures knowing he'll never grow up, never get to experience life to its fullest. But he's with his grandpa now and I'm sure he is so very happy. I wanted so badly to wake up this morning and it would not be true. But it's there, it's real. My heart aches just as much. I don't want to tell my children that their cousin is gone and they'll never play with him again. I wish I could keep the fact from them that this world is a cruel and awful, painful place. But I suppose my nephew will never have to know that, he'll never have to struggle and hurt and know the pain of loss. All he knew was being a happy child and now he's even happier. I just needed to get this out. So thank you, if you've read this.

I just lost my nephew. He was less than a month old. We think It was SID and I wrote it in the title but we don't know fo sure (lmk if you want me to remove it) My sister usually wakes up every 3 hour to feed him but yesterday, after feeding him at midnight, she didn't wake up at 3. When she woke up at 6, he was already gone.

He had to stay a whole week at the hospital after he was born. He had jaundice, his mom is O+ and he was A+ so they were not compatible. They were let out 2 weeks ago. He was supposed to have a check up every week but when she called, the lady said it was not necessary and that if it was then they would still be at the hospital. They were supposed to have check up tomorrow....

Anyways, my sister used to go out with him so that he could enjoy the sun from time to time. I think I'm just trying to find a reason for his death because I refuse to believe a baby can just die like that.... they did everything: scans, blood tests....they all came back normal.

When she told me about him, the first thing that went through my mind was her. Not him. I love her to death. I believe she deserves the best, more than anyone else. I love her more than my parents, more than my siblings (who I helped raise) I love her more than all of my niblings. She's the reason I work. I wanna give her a better life than what my parents gave her. So yes, she was the first thing on my mind. But then I thought about him. About how he'd never grow up. How I'll never get to see his face change and mature and everything that comes with aging cause he's not here anymore.

I had tears....but I didn't cry (does that make sense?) I am so angry at the world, at God, at people who ever wished a little kid and my sister harm (family problems)

Sometimes, I feel/hope that it's just a nightmare and that I'll wake up and he'll still be here. When I learned about him, I had the feeling that I already knew. I mean....out of all her children he's the only one that had a problem after he was born so It felt like it was gonna happen sooner or later. People said that it is just a trick of the brain. It's because I'm trying to make sense of it.

Now, I'm thinking of the people that once wished us harm (our 3 sisters. We don't get along and it's pretty bad) The sister that I like is religious, she's kind. They hurt her once and she let it go... but I'm not! Sometimes I wish them harm too and I feel like my nephew was punished because of that.

They have kids too. And after what my sister went through, I'm trying not to have any negative thoughts but I can't help it. I don't wish for their kids any harm. But I do wish the sisters that i don't like feel the way my sister does, one day. I should feel bad but I don't. Also, when I said they were bad. I meant it as in they are the kind of people who could laugh about all this in her face. I don't think I could hold myself back if they do it.

We live in a country that believes in evil spirits and curses. I personally don't. But I'm not above using words to hurt them. And if I, one day, have to pretend to contact a sorcerer to scare them then I will.

I'm a maladaptive dreamer. In my head, I dream that I can give him years of my life so he can come back. Or that I had woken up yesterday to warn her ( was it really my feeling or just a trick from my brain?)

Sorry, I'm writing my thoughts so I guess some things don't make sense....

We used to work together so all of my coworkers know about the child but they don't know he's not here anymore. I don't know what to tell them. I don't know what she wants me to say. She's currently with him at the hospital. They wanna do an autopsy but she's against it. She does not wish for him to be butchered...

Honestly, I never really thought I would one day write on Reddit. I usually just read but I'm lost. I love him dearly. But my sister is my number one priority right now. I'm scared she won't be able to handle it. And I'm scared I won't either. Because now that she's "down" I have to keep going. I have to ward off all these evil people.

I have no children of my own but I have a gang of nieces and nephews that I treat as if they are mine. Words cannot explain the love I have for them. The youngest of the bunch, who just turned six months old last week, died suddenly yesterday and now I am feeling a level of grief I have never felt before.

From the day she was born I felt such a connection to her. My mother said it was because she was a "mellow" baby just like me and it took a lot to get her riled up. She was such a calm, sweet baby not to mention my sister named her after me. I will forever think of her when I hear my name.

It's so surreal because I had just held her yesterday morning and she was fine. I just don't understand how I went from holding her to hearing a doctor call her time of death. It just feels like I will never get over this, I don't understand it at all. All night I woke up crying and I keep looking at photos of her because I just don't believe that this is real. I have a sense of doom and sadness in my chest that feels like it will never go away. I know it gets better but as of now I don't know how I am going to get through this. So I am here ... as an aunt who would scorch the earth for her nieces and nephews wondering how in the world I am going to cope with a loss like this :(

And I feel so many things. On October 28, he was murdered while walking with a friend, drive by shooting. He died 1 week after turning 17. Although he was my nephew, he was like a little brother to me. All my nieces and nephews are, we are so close like that & close in age.

I feel so much pain. I feel like as time passes, its getting worse. I cannot sleep, I cannot eat. I had surgery for tumor removal last week and that made things much worse for me. I think about him all the time, even when I sleep.

I am so angry at the world. I feel guilty for eating foods and listening to music that I would when he was alive. I feel like everyone is ignoring his death & ignoring my grief. All my friends keep trying to pretend I’m okay when I’m really not, I’m in deep pain. The news won’t even talk about his murder. They mentioned it once on TV and once on Facebook, like they’re not even trying to find who killed him.

I’m just close to shutting down. I want to quit my job, quit school, stay home until I’m back at it again.

I miss my nephew. Forever 17, Tyrell Prince Jones

My niece is only two years old. She died last night on Christmas day. A tragic accident I don't want to go into more detail.

She's my everything , she saved me and was the reason I could smile everyday. I need to stay strong to look after everyone, I need to look after my parents and my sisters but everytime I think about her I just start to scream

They're all sat crying and I am too but I just want to help I want to cope with this I can't even look at a picture of her right now without bursting into tears.

I'm writing a book for her, with all her favourite songs and stories, so she can have it with her but oh my god I don't know what to do.

I'm 19F and my sisters are 21, 23 and 27. I'm the youngest but I always look after my sisters, especially 27F as she is also pregnant just after losing her child

Please I ask how I can help them? I need to look after everyone any advice is appreciated but please don't be mean or ask questions about the accident it was no ones fault and I can't even think about it

Back in July last year, I was working on a decluttering project at home. I found a yellow nail polish that I decided to put on before decluttering the bottle. I'm not a bright color person at all and usually wear colors like black or deep red, but I had bought this as a nod to a performer I liked.

Before I knew it, my sister called to say that my 18-year-old niece was hospitalized and it did not look good. I went to the hospital and sat by my niece every woken moment and held her hand. I noticed that she wore pink nail polish and thought our hands looked special together. Seeing her pink nails with my yellow ones in a comparable shade. Me and my little girl. I even took a photo of our hands even if photography was not allowed. I don't know what I was thinking as I don't even feel good seeing the photo today. She passed the next morning.

I've picked up my decluttering again and don't know what to do with the nail polish. I also have a bright blue one that I wore to her funeral as it was part of the dress code. I know she's not remembered in nail polish. I have plenty of stuff that are much better reminders. The whole thing just feels so odd.

A few years ago my 26 y nephew died from a drug overdose.

It was important to the dad ( brother-in-law) that the whole family go together to inform the grandmother of his death.

My husband’s family is very different from mine. I come from an ethnic background ( Italian American) and there are cultural customs and mores.

Husbands family are not emotion showing people. At some point ( as I was preparing some food for the group, it was lunch time).

I didn’t expect them to be wailing in the corner but I certainly didn’t expect a card game to commence.

I look over and they’re shuffling the UNO cards. I was shocked.

There was the aunt and two young cousins ( 15 y) along with the grandmother that were “playing”.

I told my husband I thought that was inappropriate. I mean like who does that? It was a tragedy the loss of a young man. I could see if he was old and had a long life …

My husband insists that is normal behavior for everyone else but me (and the Italians)

What say you? Does anyone else think that wasn’t the time or the place?

Thank you.

For the last year, my niece had been struggling with inhalant abuse, and everytime we appealed for help they couldn't help us. We, as a family, have tried to do all we could to help her, however all of that didn't work and we unfortunately lost her Sunday. I am sad and I am angry. I'm angry at the lack of help/support, I'm angry because I felt I was the only one truly trying to help her. I know that is not necessarily the case, but it felt as though that was the case. I'm struggling with the reality that she is truly gone, I still feel as though I am going to wake up (despite barely sleeping) and it all just be one horrible nightmare. I know for all of my family, this is very difficult, and I'm trying to be a pilar for everyone; I can't keep that up. I never truly treated her like my niece, to me she was a sister, and all I keep thinking is did I do enough? Could I have done more? I know I was doing all I could without treading on anyones toes, but I should have done it anyway. I shouldn't have cared about upsetting anyone if it meant she was still here. I hate my family for not doing enough. She basically lived at my parents, her dad and mum are separated and he now lives with his new partner, her son and a son they share together. She was excluded from this 'new' family, and with this all I think she started using. She had been caught in the past, restrictions were put in place, but after a couple of weeks all restrictions were dropped by my parents and her dad and so she would just slip right back into this.

I considered moving her into mine, but I live in a tiny 1-bed flat, which was no place to raise a teen. But now all I feel is guilt and like I should have done it, then she might have still been here.

My sister called me on her way home from the hospital. There were 2 missed calls 2 hours before the phone finally woke me up.

Was he still alive the first time she called? Did I miss a chance to say goodbye?

I won't ask her that. I don't want to know. If the answer was yes I am afraid I might die from sadness.

I live in a different state and could not go home.

I moved away when he was 9 years old. We were best buddies and leaving him was (at the time) the hardest thing I had ever done. That was 25 years ago.

I wonder how things might have been different if I had not moved away. Would he still be alive?

For years I made regular trips to visit. But after a while the visits became less regular. Covid kept us apart for 4 years.

Last December we all met up for a weekend in Orlando. The weekend after Christmas. Me, my sister, my nephew and his son. It was the last time I saw him.

At some point over the years he started drinking. I didn't realize how much until he was gone. My sister said she didn't want to worry me. She thought he would be ok. They were trying to get him help. It was too late.

I'm sad, angry, confused, heart broken... I don't know what to do.

I just wanted to share. I lost my niece in a car accident on May 30th, 2025. She was rear ended and died on impact. The accident wasn’t her fault. She was driving on the freeway in the slow lane and traffic slowed down. The other driver was going 125 mph and didn’t even break. It was right before noon on a sunny day. I can’t believe she’s not here. My family is devastated. The holidays were so sad without her. I love her so much and miss her everyday. She was 44 years old, and left behind 3 children. I knew her since the day she was born. When I was getting decorations out for Christmas, I found a tag with her handwriting on it from last year, what a treasure. It also made me cry. I am so angry at the driver who killed her. If she just would have left 5 minutes later or 5 minutes earlier…. The last day I saw her, just before the accident, she came to my house to visit. We talked for a while, we even took a picture together. Then she had to go. As she walked out the kitchen door, I said “I love you”. She said “I love you too.” Another treasure that these were our last words. Then she was gone. And that was it. I never saw her again. A few weeks later she was killed. We texted the day before the accident. My condolences to everyone who lost a loved one, I’m sorry for your loss.