August 18th, 2017
11:22am
How does ones heart keep pumping when part of it has died? It shouldn't. I mean, honestly infacted myocardium doesn't transmit electrical impulses, doesn't contract, is useless really...
An ICU nurse for the past 11 years, I have seen so many heart attacks I have lost count. Sudden death, slow death, regardless of how it happens when enough of it does...people do.
An ICU nurse for the past 11 years, I have seen so many heart attacks I have lost count. Sudden death, slow death, regardless of how it happens when enough of it does...people do.
1 Year
12 Months
48 Weeks
8,760 Hours
525,600 Minutes
31,536,000 Seconds
36,792,000 Heart Beats
have passed since yours last beat my girl. A patched work quilt of memories fill those moments. Yesterday and an eternity ago. I long to smell your hair, have my ears tickled by your laughter, feel your arms around my neck, see your blue eyes sparkle.
Sometimes it feels like if I close my eyes and open them again u will be here, others like I can't find the softness of your cheek and the sound of your whisper.
Time is a strange master. Your face fades from the reality of so many...
Please dont forget her.
Please dont stop talking about her.
Please keep her here in your minds.
The little girl with fierce determination. That held onto the fin of a swift dolphin while weakness and steroids ravaged her body she held onto that dolphin with all her might. The water rushed over her face, filling her eyes and mouth, but she held on. Her determination to be beside that dolphin when the moving stopped was palpable.
Please dont forget her.
Please dont stop talking about her.
Please keep her here in your minds.
The little girl with fierce determination. That held onto the fin of a swift dolphin while weakness and steroids ravaged her body she held onto that dolphin with all her might. The water rushed over her face, filling her eyes and mouth, but she held on. Her determination to be beside that dolphin when the moving stopped was palpable.
Incredibly, our hearts have continued to beat thru this year. Thankful for those of u who have proven to be our family and weathered these dark storms with us. Jesus holds our heart beats and we continue to live in HOPE.
No Sis could miss a little girl more. I ache for u baby girl. Days of smiling and words of cheer float on a heart of constant supposition to Jesus for the strength for the next one. Living in hope of the day when we will fall to our knees and hold u again. When I will hear your voice scream " Daddy, Mommy!!!" and see u in their arms again. When your brother and sister and cousin won't walk thru this world as half a person anymore. When your Nana can tuck your blonde head under her chin and snuggle u again.
When I will hear "I love u soooooo much Sissy!" again
Without Jesus, without the hope of heaven, there is no morning.
1 Year
12 Months
48 Weeks
8,760 Hours
525,600 Minutes
31,536,000 Seconds
36,792,000 Heart Beats
Closer to those moments.
Closer to holding u again.
Closer to heaven.
How many more stand between us and reunion? I dont' know. But I pray for the Jesus who has held us for this past year to continue into tomorrow. Hold your little ones.
Don't get stressed out about the daily things. We would give anything to have those back. As we watch our small ones grow we ask what she would be doing in those moments. Looking forward to heaven...sometimes the breathes seem impossible to take. The sadness leaks down our cheeks unbidden.
"If u were a bird then I'd be a tree
and u would come home my darlin to me.
Oh, did u know we belong together,
did u know my heart is yours"
