What Is Important?

This morning I sit here in a very quiet house. My house has been quiet before, but some how today uneasy quiet. I have been through things I hope no one ever has to go through this last week. Last night I realised that an entire week happened and I remember a few small moments from each day. I really felt as thought only three or four days had passed. Last night I realised it had been eight days. Eight days of fog and being disoriented.

Today I remembered to Kiss my Boys, before they left for school, (until they said, Mommy stop, guess i might have kissed them too many times) I Made sure I told them how much I Love Them. I tried to make sure they would know that if this was the last time I saw them they would know that I had given them all I could give. I am not sure i want to think that every time they leave the front door that they might not be coming back, but for now I want to wrap them in bubble wrap and keep them inside. I want to hold their hand when they cross the street until they graduate from high school, I want to make them stay in their car seats until they are in Jr High. But I can't, Matt Keeps telling me so.

I somehow remember with very vivid detail every moment when the took her of the life support until she took the last breath. I can tell you the for a while she almost smiled and looked so relaxed, and comfortable, and I can tell you that her face slowly began to turn blue, and as I held on to her feet, that I felt her heart stop beating, before she took her last breath. I can remember all of that like it happened yesterday, But I can't remember most of last week. I can remember how everyday she lived she lived with a zest for life. Through her pain and Meds, though her every move was very deliberate and no motion was wasted. Through all that she smiled every day, Silly things made her giggle, She loved what she loved and that was what she wanted. She lived every day.

What Is important? I think I know, Live, Really Live, Every Day. Tell the people you love that you love them, Smile when things are happy, Cry when you are sad, and Giggle when things are silly, and go to sleep at night knowing that Every Day you have Lived!



Christal

Love Your Children

Please This Week, Pick them up every time they cry, give ice cream for every scratch or bruise, and Hug them until you feel like your arms are goign to fall off.