My heart is empty as I type. I can't get into anything, such as details. We have none as of yet. And my brain can not process all that has gone on since Friday. Complete and unexpected loss may well be the very hardest loss of all. 8 year olds aren't suppose to drop dead. Not suppose to happen. No warning signs. NOTHING. At approximately 10:30 am, Carly started to turn blue, we believe she had a seizure. Paul began to work on her, but she had begun to turn purple.
Poor Paul was working on Carly, doing CPR before the ambulance arrived. She was stable in the ambulance with normal sinus rhythms and everything. She began to crash 5 miles away from our home, in route to UofM. We did not make it to UofM. She was to critical. She passed away at a local hospital in the ER, at 12:05pm in the arms of me and Paul. My parents were also at her side.
We can not express our thanks enough, for the wonderful outpouring love and support.
Fly high baby girl. Fly high. Mama will love you always and forever.
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