Yesterday morning my phone rang way too early. It's never been a good thing to hear it ring before 4AM on the house phone. As I looked through squinted eyes at the caller ID, it was my mom. I knew immediately something was terribly wrong... I just could not comprehend how terrible this day would be. When I answered the phone, all I could hear was the uncontrollable sobs that my neice (my brother's oldest daughter) had suddenly died. I certainly was not hearing correctly. I just "saw" her on face book a few short hours before. We were complaining of the new layout. In shock, I asked if she was sure and of course she was. The day did not get any easier, I can assure you. I had to wake up my own daughter to let her kow that her cousin and friend had left us. The heart aches. My sister and I split forces and I went to get my dad and she went to get my mom. Upon entering my brother's house, my heart hurt in a way that it never has. The grief of my dear sister in law Cindy was so sad and I wanted to hug away her pain more than anything. There is nothing to take away this awful feeling. Melissa and Timothy had 3 beautiful children. TJ, Tiana and Tamia. Her world revolved around her children and her family. She worked hard (2 jobs). She worked for Wells Fargo and also taught at the Univiersity. She was strong in her faith and active in her church. I worry for my dear brother who is trying to hold it together for his family. I worry for the children and how their lives are forever changed without the mother who loved them so much. I worry for the grandparents having to live with the heartache of losing a grandchild. I worry for Michelle and Melanie the younger sisters who will now take on the roles of being more than Aunt's to the children. I worry for Timothy and all the heartache and sadness he must be feeling. I worry for those of us left behind trying to deal with this terrible pain. Yes, I know life goes on, but forever a piece of our hearts has died with Melissa. I close my eyes and imagine her free and happy soaring with the angels trying to console the aching heart of her mother and holding on to her children. As the day ended, the pain stayed with me. I thought about the quilt I had for her was un-done (like so many others) and now I can't give it to her. I thought about how she would never again be in one of our "crazy" family pictures at Christmas. I thought about when she was little and of the birthday parties in the front yard on Granada street. Melissa-you are missed more than you will ever know. May you rest in peace and assurance that we will all gather around Timothy and your babies and love them forever. I am proud to have known you all your life. Aunt Carole
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