So last night, as I am sure many of you who followed #liftupellie, I kept checking my Twitter timeline for updates on this precious little girl. Anyone who knows me, knows I am not typically a fan of other people's kids. This little girl's courage and spirit genuinely touched me. I admit I don't understand (and never will) her family's belief in a God who would allow this to happen to an innocent child. I read where her poor mother said her faith had been tested, where just this very morning she was praying to her god that Ellie's sister not wake before Ellie finally let go of her life. Well, Ellie's twin sister did wake before her twin left this life. When I read that she had finally died, I wept. I wept for her, for her sister, her family. Very out of character for me, but has also erupted so much emotion in me. I told my own kids of this sweet girl's passing. I told them to be thankful every day that they are healthy and trivial things like a bad hair day or burning the toast isn't a big deal. I stand firm in my belief that there is no god. If there was innocent children wouldn't suffer as Ellie did. I wish her family all the best and I guess I do hope their faith gives them comfort. I don't get it, but I wish them peace. They deserve it.
