She lost three days.
We came home from Queensland on the Sunday and she slept.
The trip home took almost ten hours and she was not with us for most of it.
She has no recollection of coming home, or her Gran leaving. She doesn’t remember her Daddy getting up and going to work or going the the emergency room the next day. She has no memory of the doctors or the nurses who saw her, the canula that was placed in her hand and has no notion of the worry and fear that pierced her mother’s heart.
When she woke though, she crawled onto my lap, her little body, so small and frail. Arms curled around my neck, she placed a small kiss onto my cheek.
“I love you too”, she whispered, before finding slumber again
and that is something I will never forget.
That one little sentence makes all the terrible fade to black, in the light of something so good.
Written in response to Michelle’s Courage Through Sharing meme.
