video ---> voice; Monday morning

[hexyoutotuesday]

[Jinx is awake. She has been for the past few days. It's still difficult for her to move much, so she's propped up on her hospital bed. Her hair is stringy and greasy, falling around her shoulders. Her face is pale, lacking any trace of makeup. For a moment, it looks like she's about to say something, but her shoulders drop, her lips purse, she

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[refrigeratormom]

[She sounds muted. Quiet, with just a hint of strain.]

I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, but I can at least identify with some of what you're feeling. When I thought I lost my boys, I didn't want to tell anyone because I didn't want sympathy. You don't want to be the one to survive, not when they're gone. No parent should have to bury their child. Not ever.

If prayers still meant anything, I would say one for both of you. I would say one for her every night.

I haven't known you for long, but you seem to be a very vibrant person. The kind of person who makes an impact.

I don't think she'll be forgotten.

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[hexyoutotuesday]

[In a voice so strained she can barely speak:]

I didn't even get to see what color her eyes were.

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[refrigeratormom]

[Heart breaking a little:]

Jinx, I'm s- [Pause. She said she didn't want to hear it.]

It's not fair, is it?

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[hexyoutotuesday]

Nothing in life is fair! I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could have this one good thing! And now it's just gone!

[She tries to hold back the sobs, but it's so hard.]

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[refrigeratormom]

[Steadily:] I know, Jinx. I know.

You still have Gabriel. That's a good thing. Hold onto it, because it's even more precious than you know. Let him help you get through this.