Your body rebels against me as I dress you.
Ani, I know that’s not you.
Your smile awakens to the sound of my “Good morning”.
Ani, I know that’s you.
Your awareness seems to dissipate into the air sometimes.
Ani, I know that’s not you.
I envy your total submission to the simple pleasure of a warm bath.
Ani, I know that’s you.
Precious is your image in my eyes.
Precious is your voice in my mind.
Precious is your presence in my heart.
1 comment:
Jerry, I just found your blog a few days ago and just finished reading it from 2008 to 2018. I wish I had the words and ability to comfort you. Just because your actions that night did not turn out the way we all wish they would have, it doesn't mean that your actions were wrong or that a different action would have turned out better. You and Christy instictively moved to protect your children. If you had turned the other way, would any of you have survived? What if you hadn't looked out the window when you did? Maybe God gives us our instinctive reactions. Would you and Christy have been healthy enough to share your lives with Ani and Micah, your friends and family, and all of us who have felt and learned so much from your faith and openness reading your blog? Thank you for helping others to be more open and honest about our feelings and thoughts and actions. Thank you for letting us in on your journey! Take care!
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