Her name is Céline. She is named after my favorite grandmother, who was french. Her name happens to translate to heaven. Sometimes, when I'm scrolling through facebook, I imagine what would happen if I shared it.... And then I realize that facebook can be a terrible place where subtleties and true empathy are often lost. Her name is not to be "shared," or a superficially "liked" - I will never receive any words of condolences.
And much as the activist in me struggles with this, the events leading to her loss aren't fodder for this particular forum of public consumption. They're certainly not fodder for my 600 closest "friends" to stamp their opinions on social media about women's health and abortion rights in our country. No, there will be no pointless "debate" on the heartbreaking situation we found ourselves in.