Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Broken Hearted

On Friday, I learned horrible news. One of the counselors from our diabetes camp died. I have not been able to stop thinking about it. He was only 22. I only met him briefly last summer but that doesn't change the fact that his life was cut short. He was at camp for family camp b last year. He helped my daughter climb the rock wall. He let her put a site on his stomach when she wanted to try putting a site on someone. He was kind and smart (majoring in chemical and biomedical engineering while minoring in chemistry and biomedical engineering). He had a great laugh and his smile was infectious. He had type 1 diabetes.  We need a cure. 

1 comment:

  1. No words. (((HUGS))) to all our families. The thought of loss of life due to d is always in the periphery of our minds.