there gets to be a point when you really can't do anything about it but SURVIVE IT.
You just get through it. It might not get better, but you will make it through."
playing with his two adorable younger brothers.
He's in a beautiful Narnia-like Dreamland we haven't seen yet, and I'm so happy for him!!
It must be so lovely and wonderful there.
invade Tricia's space for the day. She lovingly said yes, and so here are the snippets from today.
and NOT solving the world's problems because we have enough to talk about besides.
and feels like a swear word and most people don't understand.
You are very loved. And I am very loved. And Tricia is very loved.
when I stayed up all night on calls back and forth with Elle and Facebook updates and
texts from the Throwers and constant, believing, every breath breathing out prayer.
At midnight, I sat in the very chair I'm in now, a cell phone pressed against my ear,
with Elle speaking words of the implications of his critical condition:
"Jemmie. It's bad. He might not......It's bad.", and in the silence that stretched on,
I whispered in realization: "We could lose him. Oh God, we could lose him."