I was out running this morning when my mom called me and I just listened to the voicemail a few minutes ago.
Lindsay is in the hospital right now. She had the child, prematurely, and it died. I guess she’s not doing so well, either.
This feeling is indescribable. You all know that while I love my sister I do not like her at all. I think she’s mostly aware of what she’s doing and I think she is a spoiled brat. When I saw her last month, and heard her talking about the child and everything, I remember saying, “There’s no way, if she even has a viable fetus, that the child will survive to term.”
Usually, I endeavor to be able to say, “I TOLD YOU SO!” to people. I know that DCS would have taken the baby from her. I know that it would have had a terrible life if Lindsay had been allowed to raise it. I know that kid was doomed from the start.
Well now my nephew is dead and being right about him not standing a chance is one of the worst feelings in the world.