Marissa

The False Labels of Naegleria

Yesterday, I almost had to pull over while driving because I couldn’t stop the tears.  Another life is gone.  Another child will never grow up, graduate, fall in love or celebrate life again.  Another set of parents is heart-broken and for a while, simply broken.  Another fresh round of grief and sadness.  Sleepless nights.  Dreams eerily twisting together a fictional comfort of life-complete again and the agonizing reliving of a child’s last days.

Today, August 7th

Marissa, Storm's best friend

Today, August 7th.  Just another day for most.  Not for us though.  Today is a day forever seared in my family’s memory.  It’s been four years and still I miss her so much that I actually feel sick if I think too deeply.  She is my daughter’s best friend, Marissa.  From the first day of first grade, Storm bumped into her at the teacher’s desk and they were the kind of best friends that would make grown women jealous.  The girls were always together in school.  They understood each other without needing to speak.  After almost five months, we even discovered that their grandparents are first

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