We lay our heads down, and somehow magically, we become unconscious, and we are sleeping.
I don’t even know that girl who wrote those words. But, they were my words back then.
I was stunned. I really thought God was opening a great big door for me. Now it just slammed shut.
Sometimes we hold onto things just because it has some “meaning” that if we really think about it, is not in the object itself.
I remember one particular email when she asked the question of how sick does one have to be to get to the the top of the transplant list.
The visit was bittersweet, because nothing stays the same.