How does one face death? It marched into my room the other night surprising us all with its speedy arrival. It stood behind me for several hours staring at the babe in my arms. Then, just as the sky was beginning to lighten it retreated back into the shadows where it bides its time. During those moments Mike and I thought that we were ready to let Georgia go but it cares not. It will be Georgia who makes that final decision and we will be but heartbroken bystanders. I do my best to face the days and nights with love and hope and never fear. So, how does one face death? I have no idea.
Georgia continues to rest peacefully. She had more awake time today and I am crossing my fingers that she'll have more tomorrow and maybe, just maybe feel the sunshine on Wednesday.
8 Years an Angel
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