The Crews Family

I don't even know what to say right now. For some reason, I feel the need to blog this. I'm sure all my family knows by now so I feel like I can.

My cousin Stacey was hit and killed by a train last night in Connecticut. She was about to turn 40. The most unbelievable thing is that my cousin Carl, her brother, died about twelve years ago. You're not supposed to outlive your children but my Aunt Audrey, also my godmother, has buried two of her four children. My heart goes out to my Aunt and Stacey's brothers, Matt and Kevin.

Stacey was the oldest of all my cousins on my mom's side of the family. We have a really big family. There were 13 of us cousins. They grew up in Connecticut while the rest of us grew up in Florida but we saw them quite often. We went there, they came down, we went on vacations together. They often stayed with us when they made their trips to Florida. Stacey and I always bunked up when they stayed with us. I keep picturing the image of Stacey laying on her brother's coffin at his funeral. Ugh. My heart just aches right now. I can't believe my Aunt Audrey has to go through this again.

I wish I could do something. I hate the feeling of helplessness when somebody dies unexpectedly. Like you want to do whatever you can to fix it but you just can't. All I know to do is to go there and be with my family.