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Open Your Minds #44: Coping With The Death of a Child (By Micha, aged 13, Sister To Nickeisha, aged 7, who died in a fire) by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
Wednesday, March 5, 2003
A teen writes of the time a fire claimed the life of her little sister. Her sister was seven years old, and she and Micha were extremely close.
My name is Micha Rosemond Thomas, and I am 13 years old. I am looking at a picture on the wall of my bedroom that my little sister, Nickee, did last year in kindergarten, and I am at once filled with incredible sadness and loss.
Nickee, you see, died last year at Christmas. She was killed in a fire that burned our home, and we lost everything. I now live at grandmama's house with mamma, daddy, and our baby brother, Tyrese. We got out, but Nickee did not. She was handicapped, and she couldn't walk without crutches; and I was the one who found her on the floor, not breathing. We called the paramedics (as well as the fire department); but they couldn't save her. She was dead by the time they'd gotten her to the hospital, they said.
The fire was started by a bad wire on the Christmas tree lights; and it wasn't long before the house was full of smoke and everything was on fire. We got out (thanks to the smoke alarm), but then mamma remembered that Nickee was still in the house; I ran into the house, oblivious to my own safety, and found Nickee; and I grabbed her and ran out of the house. It was then when I was holding her that I discovered that she wasn't breathing!
At the hospital, they told us the sad news: Nickeisha was dead; she had died while enroute to the hospital; and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't bring her back. She was worked on for over an hour, but they couldn't save her life.
I don't remember much after that (I guess I had blacked out upon hearing the news), but I have had bad dreams ever since that day, and I can't get through an entire day without crying my eyes out. Nickee was a special little girl, and she loved life, even though she had been born with cerebral palsy and couldn't walk well without crutches or braces upon her legs. She was always laughing, and she loved to draw and paint. She was quite the budding little artist; and she was quite the little singer, too. She had a beautiful voice; and she'd often sing solos at church. She loved her Lord Jesus, and she was good at witnessing to others about Him. She had been saved ever since she was small; she accepted the Lord at the age of 4, according to mamma.
I sometimes get angry because I can't understand why God would be so cruel and take away an innocent little child who didn't do anything bad to anybody, and she didn't deserve to die in the manner that she did. And I am often angry because she died on Christmas, which is supposed to be the happiest day of the year. Now I am dreading Christmas altogether, and I would just be happy just to forget about it and to say "To HELL with Christmas!" Christmas is supposed to be happy and joyful, not sad or full of tragedy!
And with her birthday coming up on April 14, I am especially sad. She would have been 8 years old this year; and she's only been gone for almost three months. The pain is still too great, and I still find myself not believing that Nickee is dead and gone.
heartfelt write, karen...where do these stories COME from??? you have got to be the most prolific writer on author's den...WOW. keep writing, and sharing your stories...i enjoy reading them! (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
A poignant story about letting go of a narcissist in your life. Have you ever been attacked FULL force by a narcissist? It's the closest thing to being stabbed over and over in the back.
My name is Micha Rosemond Thomas, and I am 13 years old. I am looking at a picture on the wall of my bedroom that my little sister, Nickee, did last year in kindergarten, and I am at once filled with incredible sadness and loss.
