She was 14.

She has Down Syndrome and was the happiest and most loving person you can imagine.

She loved dresses with pockets.

She was getting over a bug. Her fever was gone, but she was still having a little trouble breathing. She went to sleep and didn't wake up.

We haven't wrapped the gifts. They're all just piled up. My sister bought her a new baby doll for Christmas and asked everyone to buy clothes for the new baby.

She's the youngest of 11 grandchildren.

My nephew sat out in the truck in the driveway because it's the only place he doesn't see his sister.

We'll never chase her down the driveway again.

She'll never get mad and turn up her nose and cross her arms when she loses the laptop again.

My sister will never hold her baby again.

The Universe has cracked in half.

Everything is wrong.

Edit: Thank you all. 🫂