Letter from Mrs. Martin to Mrs. Guérin CF 60
8 October 1870.
...My little Thérèse died today, Saturday, at one o'clock in the afternoon. Last Sunday, I thought she was saved. She was much better and had gained three hundred grams in the week. The same day, towards evening, she began to give back what she was taking. On Wednesday, she felt worse. Thursday, she seemed better to me, she was laughing like she had never done before. The night was very good and on Friday morning, after the application of the doctor's prescription, she was dying. At noon, it was the end!
Her agony began this morning, at ten-thirty, one cannot imagine what she suffered! I am desolate, I loved this child so much. With each new bereavement, for me, I always seem to love the child I am losing, more than the others. This one was nice as a bouquet, then it was only me who took care of her. Oh ! I would like to die too! I have been completely tired for two days; I hardly ate anything and I was up all night in mortal anguish.
I took the little ones to the Visitation on Wednesday, the aunt told me to let you know that she couldn't write to you until after the feast of the Presentation.
