So, Rebecca Veeck. Heard folks talkin’ about her. Sad story, real sad. That Batten disease, it’s a nasty thing. Took her young, they say. Twenty-seven, ain’t that somethin’? Just a kid, really. Mike and Libby’s girl, that’s right. Those Veecks, Chicago folks through and through.
Now, I ain’t no doctor, but from what I hear, Batten disease, it messes with your brain, your nerves. Poor thing must have suffered somethin’ awful. Years she battled it, they say. Fought hard, bet she did. Charleston, that’s where she passed. Sad place for them Veecks now, I reckon.
Mike and Libby, gotta feel for them. Losing a child, ain’t nothin’ worse. Two kids they had, Rebecca and that boy, William they call him “Night Train.” Don’t know why, somethin’ about trains, I guess. Libby, she seems like a good woman. Folks like her, they say.
- Rebecca, she won’t be forgotten. Heard tell she was a fighter, a real spitfire.
- That Batten disease, though, it don’t care about fight. It just takes and takes.
- September 30th, that’s the day. Remember that day, the Veecks will.
Heard they diagnosed her years back. Gives a family time to prepare, maybe, but don’t make it no easier. Watchin’ someone you love fade away, that’s a heavy burden. Mike, he’s a baseball man, ain’t he? Made a name for himself. But this, this ain’t about baseball. This is about a daughter lost too soon.
People talk, say all sorts of things. “She’s in a better place,” they say. Maybe so. But for them left behind, the Veecks, it’s a hole in their heart. A hole that ain’t never gonna fill up right. Twenty-seven years, ain’t nearly enough. Shoulda been more, so much more.
Libby, gotta wonder how she’s holdin’ up. Mothers, they feel things different. Carry a child inside you, part of you forever. Losing that part, it’s like losing a piece of your soul. Mike, he gotta be strong for her, for William. Family, that’s all you got in the end.
Rebecca Veeck, a name remembered. A life cut short. A family’s pain. That’s the story, ain’t it? Sad, but true. Batten disease, a thief in the night. Takes the young, the bright. Leaves behind heartache and tears. Pray for the Veecks, they need it. Pray for all them touched by that awful disease.
Life ain’t fair, that’s for sure. Some folks get dealt a bad hand. The Veecks, they got a bad one with Rebecca. But they loved her, that much is clear. Loved her till the end. And that love, that’s what matters most. Love and memories, that’s what lasts.
So, remember Rebecca Veeck. Remember her fight. Remember her family’s love. And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to fight that Batten disease, stop it from takin’ more young lives. That’d be somethin’ good to come outta all this sadness.
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