Ellie.

I didn't know Ellie. Infact I only knew of her because of the world of Twitter and people's #LiftUpEllie tweets. I've been seeing these tweets for prayers and good thoughts for Ellie but failed to really pay attention until a couple days ago. It was then that I took a moment to visit her website (http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/elliepotvin/journal) and her mother's journal documenting her journey. It only took me a couple sentences of the first journal entry to break down in tears and I couldn't continue reading past a couple of the entries. It was just too heartbreaking. This poor woman was losing one of her babies and it was only a matter of days if not hours.

I'm not sure what attached me so quickly but I can only imagine that it was that motherly instinct that most women get when they have kids. That emotional feeling that ties with all other women/mothers of the like. I felt, when reading Amy Potvin's journal that I was enduring what Amy Potvin was enduring and feeling her emotions. Of course I wasn't but I sympathized with her and felt her pieces of her pain.

So I followed the final couple days of the Potvin's and Ellie's journey and prayed that Ellie's soul be relinquished peacefully from her ill body and that her family find comfort in her departure. How sad it was to watch the end of this battle and I found myself in tears as it was announced that she passed away earlier this morning.

I didn't know Ellie and I don't know her mother or her father or her twin. I don't know where they live or anything about their family. Only that they just lost their Ellie after a two year battle with stage 4 relapse rhabdomyosarcoma and they are trying to celebrate and mourn the life of their sweet Ellie. And I just ask that we send a prayer and/or good thoughts their way and give thanks for this life that we all are able to live.

RIP sweet Ellie.