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September 29, 2008



Thanks for the update, Moreena. We're thinking of you and Annika constantly.

HennHouse (Karin)

Ditto what Deb said.


Thinking of you and annika and frankie and jorg. And, remembering to check that I've ticked the right boxes on my donor card.


Thanks for keeping us updated. I nearly jump out of my skin whenever I see you pop up in my reader.

I cannot wait to hear Anni's hospital list!

Mary O.

Thinking of you all. God Bless!


I bet Anni has one rockin' packing list. And I hope that the UNOS people respond quickly--and affirmatively--faster than your girls can charm the pants of anyone who's paying half attention.


Oh my...I'm confident that Annika's packing list will be well worth reading, though it may be rather more challenging to actually pack it.
You know, don't you, that we're all praying and thinking of you and longing to do something that will make an instant and material difference.


Everything I could say has already been said... and more eloquently than I would have done it. I'm thinking of all of you!


My family used to have a deal: no googling of statistics. Of course, we nevertheless still did, and they were always depressing or downright frightning.

Still, so far the things they seemed to threaten did not come true for us. And this is what I wish for and for some reason believe in with Annika, too.

All my best wishes for enough exception points to get Annika her new perfect liver before her state of health can worsen much more. At the moment, she is on my mind and in my thoughts every day.


Jozet at Halushki

Prayers, prayers, and prayers.

And waiting breathlessly to hear Annika's list. I'm sure it will be a doozy, lol. She's one of my favorite kids ever.


You're in our thoughts, as always, Moreena. Looking forward to Annika's list. . .



All hope and good thoughts for you all. Can't wait to hear the list!

Rev Dr Mom

Thinking of you all, and praying ...


Lots of hugs and thoughts for you and your family!


You are on my mind constantly. Hugs for you and Annika and Frankie and Jorg.

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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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