I say that a lot. It's the curse of the empath. But really, this time I mean it.
Rachel Grace Buford, my niece, was born on Wednesday and died this morning (or possibly, technically, it was still Thursday. The details aren't really important.) There were simply too many medical hurdles for her to overcome. With all the strength in her tiny little fighter's body, she just couldn't do it.
Her parents (my brother and his wife) did the mind-bendingly loving thing and signed her off the machines that were sustaining her, and held her until she died. I hope that she knew, in whatever time she had with us, that we are her family and that she was perfectly loved. I hope she knew she was our perfect Rachel, and that we were honored by her presence.
Godspeed, little one.