With overwhelming sadness, we report the passing. At the point when you figure out what her identity is, you will cry
“I carried my girl into the world and removed her from it.” As I held Deborah’s hand as she took her final gasp, I was both miserable and alleviated. My lovely tornado of a young lady was gone, as was her aggravation. It’s difficult to be a mother to a dead youngster consistently, yet tomorrow …