Everyone who knew Shayna Vincent is broken by her loss -- her husband and daughters, brothers, sister-in-law, all her family and friends. The air and light are not as bright.
I had the privilege of knowing Shayna through her mother and her darling daughters, particularly Mila, who used to come to my book events, and was excited to become Dallas' youngest theater and book critic with her Mila Says & Mila Books It columns for Fyi50plus -- which were my joy to edit. Shayna loved Mila's adventures, too, keeping a scrapbook of Mila's reviews and making sure she was dressed "appropriately" for each show and book review -- which meant a "cat" outfit for Cats and a skirt with chimney sweeps for Mary Poppins.
Shayna was all kindness. She collaborated with me on her first and now only picture book, Mama's Year with Cancer, because she wanted children like her daughters to know what to expect, how they might feel and how they could help during a parent's cancer journey.
She was so happy about her October launch party and book events. She had her custom-made bookplates and bookmarks, which she designed with loving care, and poster at the ready.
Even in the last week of her life, before her youngest's 5th birthday, which fell on Sept. 9 when she was in the hospital -- the very hospital where Avivah had been born -- she insisted on celebrating her child's birthday as she always celebrated her children's birthdays -- with acts of kindness. She was closer to the end than anyone realized and feeling awful. Even so, she insisted on personally buying goodies and together, with her girls, giving out baskets of treats to chemo nurses.
Shayna fought cancer as long as she could. She got to ring the bell -- the hopeful period of time we focused the book about -- before cancer returned and metastasized, bringing her to Stage 4. She endured painful treatment after treatment. She wanted so badly to be here with us. She almost made it to the Jewish New Year. There is a Jewish teaching that says that those who die just before the Jewish New Year -- Rosh Hashanah -- are the ones G-d has held back until the last moment because they were needed most and were the most righteous. I believe that with all my broken heart.
Please help keep Shayna's spirit alive by sharing her story and being kind to others. We no longer have the brightness that was her life, but memories of her and all she did and stood for can brighten what she left behind. May her memory be a blessing and comfort always.
—Nancy