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October 12, 2008

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Keri (Auburn Gal Always)

If I weren't in Alabama and it wasn't like a 32 day drive (not so good at guessing driving time) to where you live, I'd absolutely LOVE to plant your tree for you. And my Stinkerbell would LOVE to help. (She's quite the gardener, at least she fantasizes that she is. Truthfully, she's a pretty highly-skilled weed-puller-outer!)

It's funny the things you think of when you're camping out in the (P)ICU waiting room days at a time, isn't it?

I hope the day has gone very well.

How is Frankie? I've wondered how she is handling the events. Give her hugs from all us who are watching her big sister's progress.

Kathryn

I'm no more help that Keri, what with the Atlantic and all....but wanted to drop in with another collection of hugs and prayers before heading off to sleep here.

Mary Kiernan Lee

This is the first time I ever wished I lived in Illinois. I think it is wonderful that Annika remains so connected to Hannah.
On my way to Church now for some prayers for Annika and donating blood tomorrow, am going to have filet mignon tonight to make sure my hemoglobin passes.

deb

We live in Illinois- if there is no-one in your town that can do it, let me know([email protected]). My husband and I would love to drive down and do it for you!

What a perfect excuse to take a day off work!! (both my husband and I own our own businesses, so it is not a problem AT ALL!!)

deb


jessica

Would totally do it. Except I'm in NYC. And I don't drive. So it would be really difficult.

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amy

Hey, props to Jorg. I thought I'd picked a delightful spot for my sugar maple, and it's been very happy there, and I only noticed last summer that it's growing happily right next to a water main.

Dumb, yes.

Moreena, this is a tiresome kind of question, and I used to get it all the time while taking care of my husband, and there was never any answer beyond "thanks, wellmeaning idiot, I just keep moving, because there's nothing else to do": How do you get rest and help? Because while your reaction to Annika's question was totally understandable, it was really, you know, *primed*. Are there drugs that stand in for relief, music, company, pacing? What do you do?

moxiemomma

cape cod is too far from illinois, sadly, but this is a project i would love to undertake. i am certain you'll find someone to plant and photograph that tree soon.

xomox

Bluestem

Are you near the western Chicago 'burbs? Email me!

Angie

CRAP! I live in Wyoming??? A little too far to come to plant a tree, but if I lived ANY closer I'd be there in a heartbeat! Moreena, I am so glad that Anni is doing well (all things considered). I feel like I am a little bit of a stalker right now....checking your blog so much! She is one of my favorite "liver kiddos". My sister always laughs when I talk about any of these kids. She asks..."where does she live?". And I always say, "I don't know...in cyberspace". I was actually ABLE to tell her where Annika lived:). Hope only good things are to come. Your family is always in my thoughts!

Mrs. Val

Moreena-

I can do that for you. My Son and Husband both have a truck and I know Tara and I can dig! Please call me and let me know where and when to pick up the tree.
Sorry, my personal e-mail is down. Thinking and praying for each of you-
Mrs. Val

Megan

I would plant it too, but I am in California. You guys are always in my thoughts.

leah

Hooray for Mrs. Val!!! I've been waiting to see if Eric would be up for doing this together. Keep us in mind if you need a backup. Always thinking of you and Anni!

moreena

Val and Leah--I've had two offers from friends here in town, so I think that little tree is getting planted, after all!

Bluestem--only if 2 hours south counts as close!

Thanks, everyone!

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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,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    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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