Our baby girl Francie left this world around 9pm after a month long battle with idiopathic chylothorax. A piece of my heart left with her. During her chest tap she went into cardiac arrest and was not able to be resuscitated. She fought so very hard until the end. We tried our best to make her better but the disease was too strong. This is not the ending I would have written for her. This ending, like so many others, was unfair and feels unfinished. I hope she is playing in the sun, eating an unlimited supply of turkey, waiting patiently for her sissy Henrietta and two Dad's to arrive. One day I hope to hold you again, my sweet chubby princess, one day.
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