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January 16, 2006


Phantom Scribbler

Oh, Moorena. My heart is breaking for Matthew's parents.


What a lovely tribute.gnzhi


just sitting here crying, and wanting to comfort the strangers i read about. I never again want to tell my children 'just a minute' in my 'too busy mom' voice i seem to have now and then... And it is so good to hear anni is doing so well.

Laurie, Ashley's Mom, CLASS

Moreena, I wanted to leave Matthew's parents a message on his website but I am unable to log in. Can you help?I am happy that Anni is recovering well...what a fighter you have there!

Mary Lee

A beautiful eulogy for Matthew.


I am just weeping in devastation over the loss of Matthew, that special little companion. I am so sorry. So very sorry for everyone's great loss.And my heart is hopeful that Anni will continue to recover as you rejoice in more of her firsts.


I don't know you but your litle girl, your precious family, and your friends will be in our prayers. Thank you for sharing this beautiful, heart breaking story. I will go run and play with my son now. If I could hug you, I would.


MoreenaAny of us parents who have spent time in the PICU with our child have experienced how a child's situation can change so quickly in either a wonderful or heartbreaking way. I will be praying for Brad & Angela and of course you. I am so happy that Anni is finally out of the PICU. Hoping for good days and good nights for you both.


Oh no. What lovely words you've written.I will keep them in my prayers.

Rev Dr Mom

Oh, Moreena. I have tears in my eyes as I read this, for Matthew's parents and for all parents who've lost a child. I am so happy that Annika might soon be out of PICU. You all remain in my prayers


Oh my Moreena. I got the e-mail from Matthews care page. I have been following his story, and was praying for him to pull through. My heart breaks for his family.


Your way with words is so profound. I hope Matthew's parents get to read your words. Still sending prayers to them and you.


Oh my. You give such a beautiful tribute. I have nothing to add except my love. I feel so deeply for you all. Such joy for you. Such sadness for Mathew's family.


This hits WAY too close to home. This is a beautiful tribute to Matthew's parents. I am so, so sorry for them. I know too well the journey they are on. My heart is with them.


Prayers. For everyone.

Sheryl, Justice's mom

my greatest fear...and yet it took your tribute to Matthew to remind me to take a breath and appreciate my exasperating moments with Justice because they are moments I get to have....I am thrilled for Anni's gains and sorry for the loss of MatthewPrayers for all...


You have said all that could possibly be said, so beautifully. I'm full of such conflicting feelings right now..of joy and thankfulness that Anni is doing so well, but such saddness for little Matthew's parents. Praying for all of you.


Oh Moreena, how beautifully you express things, both minutely everyday and vastly existential--and how beautifully you link the two. I am sorry that Annika's recovery (hooray!) is twinned so sadly with Matthew's death. Thank you for sharing a bit of his life, along with hers.xo Catherine


Hi Moreena,I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your special neighbor. But I'm also so happy to hear Anni's good news. I hope things continue to look up. Let me know when you or Anni are up for a visitor, or even just in need of a quick hug!!Love, Lauren


That is more than sad. I am sorry for their loss and rejoicing for Annika's increasing recovery.


This is just so, so awful. Words cannot express. I'm praying for everyone who loves Matthew.


A beautiful and touching post for Matthew.


I followed Matthew's last weeks after you last wrote about him.I'm heartbroken for him and his family.(Hannah)


I am crying here too, what terrible and wonderful news in the same post. I am sending prayers to Matthew and his family also.

Yankee T

Oh, Moreena, what a beautiful post on the hardest of all topics. Bless you (always),all of you.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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