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The worst day of my life was October 26, 2015. That day around 2:30am, I lost my only daughter due to complications from pneumonia. I was in Texas the 24th for a banquet that night. My daughter called that afternoon saying she wasn't feeling well. I asked my normal questions about eating and the pain level in her chest. She said she was about to eat pizza. I told her to let me know if she threw up after because, believe it or not, that would make her pain go away. Later that evening while at the banquet, she said she was going to the emergency room since the pain wouldn't stop. I began to cry and I left the banquet, went to my friend's house to get my things and hopped in the car to go back to Oklahoma. Mind you that was a six hour drive. I texted my friend/sister to see if she could go to the ER so my baby wouldn't be alone. She did and that eased my mind but, I still cried and couldn't stop worrying. When I got there, my daughter was in a room. When I walked in she said, "You didn't have to come".