She is most likely not going to make it. My mother and my cousin aren't that far apart in age. They grew up together. My cousin's children - my second cousins - are my age. Their daughters are three and eight (my son is six and a half). The youngest, 'Breezy', turned three today. This is all kinds of suck. She was an extremely pretty, smart, and funny girl growing up. She lost her way to drinking, drugs, and mental illness, with the last ten years being better than the previous ten. She's a handful, but she's not a mean woman. It's hard to explain. I love my cousin and I am sympathetic to her suffering. Ana el na rafa na la (Please God, heal her) was the best comfort I could offer my mother. One, I'm rather ambivalent about God (though I'm hoping for a miracle) and two, what the hell?! Death is awkward. Families are awkward. Crying sniffling blowing your nose into the phone mom is awkward. My grandmother, who lives with my aunt & uncle, is going to take this extremely hard. (They aren't telling her anything yet, which I think is wrong.) i feel extremely uncomfortable.