Thoughts

Bill and I were comparing our feelings now to what we felt four years ago. Four years ago, we were in shock, and traumatized at the event of her brain injury--the loss of our healthy little girl was almost too much to bear. The daily grief was suffocating. The fear of how she was doing was constant. But over many months, we got into the rhythm of caring for Annie, and finding joy in her progress and achievements--no matter how slow they came.

Now, we miss holding her, snuggling with her, and having her here with us. We miss her sweet voice--the "hi's, yo-ees, o-ee-a's..." But the worry of how she is doing, how many seizures she's had, does she need more hydrocortisone, and is she going to be alive when we walk into her room the next morning? is gone. We have no fear, no worry. None. Annie is safe; she is well--she is perfectly well.

Jean

For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality. When the perishable puts on the imperishable, and the mortal puts on immortality, then shall come to pass the saying that is written:  
"Death is swallowed up in victory." "O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?" 
                                                                                                                 1 Corinthians 15:54-55