Tuesday, March 25, 2008


This is a mistake. This is someone else's unfortunate vial of blood that the doctor has analyzed. Look at my child, at the shine of her flyaway curls and the butterfly flight of her smile - this is not the face of someone dying by degrees.

I have only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end - they'd reach forever.

I think I'll go hug my kids now.


Brandie said...

What kind of depressing things are you reading?! I couldn't read stuff like that, I have too many fears already regarding my children!

MamaFlo said...

I'm with you!

lynda w said...

I'm not sure myself if I'm going to be able to finish reading this. It's not what I thought it was. Very well written, but very depressing.