As the days go by without Elizabeth, I continually return to this thought: This isn’t supposed to be happening. I am not supposed to be eulogizing my niece, only 31 years old. I am not supposed to be finding pictures for a memorial website. I am not supposed to be calling my sister, her mother, and reminding her to breathe. It’s all so very hard.
But I am also remembering how when she was 3 or 4, we watched The Little Mermaid on VHS over and over in the living room on Fig Street, dancing and singing. She loved that movie. She loved it so much that it was the theme of her 30th birthday party! These are the memories that I will keep with me.
Elizabeth was born almost exactly 2 months before I met my husband Vic. Her birthday has always been, and will always be, a marker of the time Vic and I have been together.
This isn’t supposed to be happening.