Last Wednesday I was scrolling through Facebook as I often do, and I saw where my cousin, Dan, had a status about their taking his daughter to the emergency room. Having done the same thing not too long ago with Zach when he broke his arm, I didn't think much of it at the time although a few hours later I checked his page to see if there were any updates in the comments. There was, but I thought maybe he'd mistyped when he wrote something about a 94.5 degree temperature.
Later I saw where they thought Kylie was septic. I knew that was serious, but I failed to realize how serious. Sadly, she died that night from a blood infection.
She was fourteen. Literally days younger than my precious nephew, Michael.
Growing up, Dan and his twin Don were probably my favorite cousins on my mom's side. Although we'd not kept in great touch the last several years, I still look back on fond (fun) memories with them.
|Don, Susanne, Dan|
I am heartbroken for Dan losing his daughter. He was such a proud dad posting photos and videos of Kylie singing and playing her ukulele. I like to think of Mema and Pop and others in Kylie's extended family welcoming her to heaven last Wednesday. I know the void in Dan and Stacie's hearts is huge. My thoughts and prayers are with them. May God give them peace.
|Kylie a few years ago|