My aunt Tricia recently wrote on our *Love-Link about her brother & sister-in-law who have created a new blog, dedicated to their teen daugther who recently passed away.  It's a very touching site -  Living in my space.    

I couldn't imagine losing a child.  This would have to be the most gut wrenching, heart breaking thing in the world.  I couldn't bear it.... I don't know how anyone can, yet it happens all the time. 

I write obituaries for a living.  Life stories float over my desk; they come in and go back out, like the tide.  Each submission has it's own "special something" written with meaning by the grieving family.  What may seem trivial to me, as I type, can be something tremendously meaningful for the family.  I try to remember that always and as I was reminded recently by a close friend.  I put myself back in that space I was in when I lost my uncles and grandfather, thinking of recent loses and remembering the pain. 

Death is something I just can't fathom, yet each day brings so many.  I almost can't bear to type the young ones.  The older folks don't quite affect me like the young people do.... and it is stunning everytime to me, even not knowing the person.  

My wish to you all..... May you always remember their smile, presence, warmth, laughter wonder and love!