Tuesday is dying. I can't imagine the pain the Whitt family is going through. How you hold your daughter while she slips away is the worst thing I can imagine. How do you get through this? I imagine they find so much strength in their other children, who are so wonderful and beautiful. I wonder if I would ever have the strength they have, or the will that Tuesday has. JK's blog said Tuesday giggled this morning and that gave me a smile. The picture here is when I first met the girls in Roanoke.
Wherever Tuesday is going, I know she will be in peace.