Hey,

So it's been pretty shitty around here this week. My sister had her baby, a little girl she named Linda Ann, after our Mum.

She was born at 1:30am on Saturday and fought for her life for one hour ten minutes before her strength gave in.

I don't really know what I feel right now.

How is it fair that she didn't even get the chance to start her life let alone live it? How is it fair that my sister and her husband are left feeling the greatest loss there is?

It's simply not fair.

I'm going to try my best to be strong at the funeral. I honestly don't know how I'll react when I see that little white coffin, but my priority lies with Jen, Johnny and little Jordan and making sure they know we're here to help and support and love them.

It's not right!

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RIP Angel.