The daughter of one of my rather new co-workers (actually the attorney who got the job I almost got) died of dengue this morning.  She was 8 years old.   I am so upset for poor R and her family.  I just feel sick to my stomach.  I also want to grab Ellie and get in a plane and not come back.  This is the second daughter of someone I work with who has died of dengue.  Supposedly, it is rare, but it freaks me out that I know two people in this situation.

I don't know R very well, so I will probably just get her a card, but I wish there was something I could do.  Of course, there's not much you can do for someone after this sort of loss.  

It scares me sometimes how vulnerable being a mother has made me.