Late Saturday night my 14 year old niece decided that living was too painful and attempted to take her own life. Thanks to good people, quick help and decisions they managed to get her heart beating again.
Even before Monday we understood that it was really bad but was hoping that she would come back, somehow, in some shape, mentally or physically. They had her sedated so that she would get a chance to recuperate before they would try and resuscitate her. They did an MRI midday Monday to determine the extent of the damage. Unfortunately our worst fears were true. There was not much left, at all. The parts of the brain that define us as people was gone. The only parts that showed any activity was those that kept her heart beating and made her take an occasional breath. Machines are now breathing for her.
Today I got the call from my sister that her body could not take it anymore. It is now only the respirator that keeps her "alive", which it will keep doing until tomorrow when her organs will be donated to help other children in desperate need.
This sweet, beautiful girl who always seemed so happy and was a laughing bright light in the room. Over the years we've had indications that something has been wrong. She had talked to three psychiatrist without them getting her to open up. Nor have they understood how bad it apparently was. She hasn't let anyone in.
Now she is forever gone. Such a waste. Tonight I will go and see her one last time, to say my final goodbyes.
The pain is unbearable. There are no words to be spoken. There are, only tears.
You will be eternally loved, dear child.
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Also I worry about my sister and how she will make it through all this. I feel my pain. I can't even begin to imagine hers.