K* died this week. The little girl with half a head of hair. It turned out I knew none of the facts. The parents were told at the outset that she had no hope. And so she had 9 healthy weeks at home, surrounded by love. And just 3 nights of pain and sickness back in hospital, where she died. This week. I didn't work this week. David said he almost called to tell me, but thought he'd let me enjoy my days off. She was lovely. Such a lovely girl. I won't forget her. There are some you just don't. Not because they're dying. Because they're beautiful. And they face things with childhood reason that we can't possibly challenge. I hope they look after Ellie for her.
_________________*______________ In other, completely unrelated, news, I turned 24 two days ago. 24 on the 24th. Has to mean something, right? Maybe Crayon's right. Maybe good things will happen this year. I leave the country in just over four weeks. I have a list of things to do THIS WEEK that is a page long, let alone the big, major things. Hence not sleeping. It's 2:23am, and I WANT to sleep. But I lie in the darkness, and it collapses on top of me. The claustrophobic mix of things that HAVE to be done chokes me, and I struggle against it, and the oppressing heat. I sleep naked, with two fans going, and it's not enoguh. I toss and turn and sweat and feel sick with fear of change. And it's time I grew up.
