The morning of the surgery, as I was wheeled away from Chris and through the double set of doors into the sterile operating room, I thought about how much I love Life and my family--and of the huge embrace from family, friends, and community. Within minutes, I felt the sting of a needle going into the back of my hand, and a razor shaving the back of my head--an odd sensation, especially when coupled with such overwhelming gratitude.
I have no idea why my subconscious chose now to re-live that moment, but I have been talking recently about a similar embrace we felt through response to the Buddy Walk and Bridget's Light.
I have tremendous faith that, in the end, love always prevails.
Our family has been so deeply impacted by Bridget and the events of the past few years--in a really good way. Now, it's my job to spread the goodness :)...