An appropriate title for this post simply doesn't exist

We got back from Costa Rica last night and I will certainly do some extensive blogging on our trip, but I need to relay some bad news. About half an hour after we got back to Portland, Erika told me that D had received a call from Cyan's mom. Cyan had come to a point where her parents had to make the decision to "let her go." And so, it is with much sadness that I write this: Cyan passed away yesterday.


I know that there were people literally all over the world praying for her and keeping her in their thoughts. I really want to believe in the power of prayer but why doesn't it work every time it is so thoroughly deserved? It's not fair and damn it - I want fucking fair. I positively ache for Cyan's family and friends. Eleven and a half years ago, one of my sisters died in a car accident. It was sudden and final and there was no up and down and holding out hope. It was and still is devastating. Cyan's situation was different in that her family had hope. But is that worse? To believe with all you've got that there will be a happy ending to this trauma and then the worst happens? I think it might be.

I just...I just don't know what else to say. It's too sad; too unfair. 

1 comments:

Bridget McCarthy said...

I am so incredibly sorry. I am left without words... it was all sounding so hopeful... and it should be fair. It should be FAIR.