I've been having some trouble getting a prescription filled. I think I need to wait to finish reading it until I can get that done. My emotions ... *sigh*
Anyway, it's an otherwise happy blog. She has such an amazing attitude. And her kids are adorable.
When I was 13, I watched the neighbor's house burn down. I saw my dad go into the house, the children's bedroom, through a window (keeping his feet outside so he did not lose his way). While thick, black smoke poured out past him, he went in and out of three different windows in the same room until he found a limp little girl. A 6-year-old. A girl I babysat. A girl to whom I had taught the alphabet in sign language. A girl I loved. She looked dead to me.
Just as Dad emerged carrying little Lauren, the firefighters arrived. They resuscitated her. They said if Dad hadn't found her when he did, she would have died.
But it was too late for her younger brother. Elliot. Only 10 days past his fourth birthday.
We went to his funeral. From time to time my friend and I (we had baby-sat together) would walk to the hospital, a few miles from my house, to visit Lauren. She had been badly burned. From time to time we would walk to Elliot's grave.
I guess seeing Nie-nie's jobst gloves in a picture triggered all of that.
Like I said, it's a lovely blog. But I think I need to wait until I can get my medication before reading further.