Voice for Vylit was formed to bring something beautiful from something so terribly tragic. Vylit would have wanted it this way and she would have been the first volunteer to sign up. Our great hope is that you would join us on our crusade to bring an end to bullying through love and communication. Maybe something we do will help some other person from having to make the decision she felt she had to make.
When Vylit was born, she came into a world full of struggles. She was born jaundiced and spent her first days of life in an incubator complete with its artificial light. Her parents were young and going through battles of their own, barely able to take care of themselves, let alone a new baby girl. It all proved difficult and brought with it a lot of tension and strife. Raising a new child is a challenge for any parent but when you’re fighting battles of your own, the odds of success seem elusive.
Of course, there were also the blessings. Both of her parents were so proud to have brought life into the world and you couldn’t help but to love this beautiful cherub. Her coos and even her cries were reason for celebration. They both thought she was wonderful, a miracle, perfect even and they loved her with an unconditional love.
When her mom went into labor she won a race, of sorts, with her sister who was also expecting. When Vylit finally arrived, her cousin came only 15 hours later. It was almost as if her cousin didn’t want to be born without Vylit and Vylit didn’t want her cousin to be alone. Their relationship would blossom and Vylit cherished him mind, body and soul.
Her mother remembers wanting so much to see her tiny eyes. What color would they be? Are they really the pathway to the soul? Yet she would have to wait until the protective covers were removed. In the meantime, she got help from the nurses who provided her a marker to paint eyes right on the bandages. It helped a little but it would never compare to the beauty of the real thing.
As Vylit grew, she learned to love all of God’s creation. Many of her favorite memories were made during the camping trips she would enjoy with her family. Her father took these opportunities to show Vylit the world all around her and the beauty that enveloped them.
Even when it got cold outside, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. After all, it gave a good excuse for cuddling. The memories made during these trips would last a lifetime.
She also loved the beach, especially if Papa was around. She would run until she dropped and eat anything in sight to get more energy for the next round. He would take her on long walks and tell her the story behind all the plants they would see, which one’s were safe and which to avoid.
And boy could Vylit eat! It seemed she was constantly hungry, especially for her favorites food, seafood (even octopus). One day her father shot a rabbit. Her Aunt didn’t want little Vylit to witness her father pulling the skin off the rabbit, so she asked Vylit to come inside the house until the deed was done. When she saw the dressed rabbit, she asked her dad what had happened to it. He told her that it wanted to step out of its hot fur coat and without skipping a beat she said, “Can we eat it?” She had a one-track mind when it came to her stomach.
But, as Vylit grew, she witnessed many things that little girls shouldn’t have to. The weaknesses and vulnerabilities we all share were a constant reminder to her that life wasn’t always easy and, sometimes, the shortcomings of others she witnessed would stay with her for a long time.
At school she found that making friends could be challenging, sometimes even more challenging than making enemies. Many times, it led to her being bullied. This instilled a great source of stress within her and she did whatever she could to avoid it, even retaliating sometimes by becoming the bully when her situation would get the best of her. As these trials presented themselves, she would do what she thought she had to, to overcome them. It left her guarded and oftentimes detached.
As she grew she had to learn to undergo change. Her parents split, the world continued to deceive her, and even her friends would betray her. Unwilling to appear vulnerable, she formed a hard shell around herself. She needed someone to listen and God heard her cries.
Soon, her family would grow. Her dad would remarry and new brothers would follow. Now she was the big sister and, boy how she loved that. Her new brothers were vulnerable just like she used to be. What they needed was someone to love them, and Vylit had a lot of love to give.
Finally, her youngest brother was born and you could almost see the hard shell she had been so careful to build around herself evaporate into thinner and thinner layers. She truly loved her little brother and even asked once, half-joking, if she could take him to school. Her step-mom went with the joke and said “sure.” “REALLY?,” she said. Aw, no” said mama. Every day she would try other ways to win his love and all her attempts were successful.
As her home life improved so did her interest in other things. Vylit became all about music. When she received a ride home after confirmation class from her pastor, she would always be in charge of the “tunes.” He taught her a lot about the Lord and she taught him a lot about music and they would often be singing at the top of their lungs for all to hear as they made their way down the highway.
Just when it seemed that everything was going the way any person would hope it would go, bullying again raised its ugly head. Even in her relative happiness she would have to deal with others pushing all the buttons they knew how to push. One would eventually bring back all the heartache and, being too much for her, in a moment of weakness she took her own life.
Words cannot express how much we miss our beautiful girl. She was a spark of excitement we’ll never get back and all we have left are our memories.
Aw, but what beautiful memories they are. Memories of a girl who tried so hard to make the most out of her often troubled world. Memories of a girl who would do most anything to make someone happy. Memories of a testimony she would give about her love for her family and her Lord. She could bring a smile to your face so easily even as she hid her pain. These are things the devil can never take away.
We miss you Vylit and we will never forget you.