She said her daughter was a strong woman. And I cried.
She told me all that her family endured in the last month and my heart broke into pieces.
A baby girl I never met, born of a woman I love like a sister, died this week, too far away for me to get to her mom and hold her tight. She was four months old. Her mom called her a happy baby. Only four months old, and already a strong woman.
I don’t know how people survive this much sadness. My job today was to spread the news to our friends. Each time I said the words, my heart cracked open again.