Why has it taken so long to make such an observation: we don't seem to get our Christmas act together until today, or tomorrow? Is it because today, or the anniversary of today, is THE DAY that changed our life FOREVER? It's a strange place to be. I can't forget it. It will never go away. It causes me anxiety, stress, inactivity. I don't want to pay any homage or something. How do you recognize something so significant, and just put it away, or nothing at all? Maybe that is the right thing to do, just acknowledge it and move on.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
A family of four.
An afternoon pediatrician's visit, and apology.
A rushed goodbye.
A worried phone call.
A dark & private emergency room.
A CT scan
A mass?? SHOCK
A hospital admission. The pediatric intensive care unit. A worried mama and daddy. A sleepless night in a hard chair.
The day that changed my life forever. I hate you. I hate what you've done. Yes I'm so so so grateful for what we have now. But I hate this day. I miss her. I love her!
