Auspicious Beginnings

My niece (37?) died in a car accident in northern Michigan's snow yesterday. Her husband remains in critical condition. Ouch.

This spectacular woman was the daughter of my meanest sister --the sister I have been calling, "Pimp Sis" in the privacy of my therapy journal. Outside of therapy, I haven't spoken about or to pimp sis at all for decades. Despite her mother's best efforts, EM grew into the only college graduate in my birth family and a wonderfully compassionate soul. Her greatest heartache was that Turner's Syndrome prevented her from having a child with her only husband. When my youngest son and his wife were aghast at finding themselves pregnant for a third time while they were doing so poorly with two children, they wondered if their pregnancy was an answer to EM's prayers. They talked of letting EM adopt their unplanned child.

Grieving in progress. . .