And the Snow Sang....

While writing today, I needed to type out a journal entry from the year Heidi got sick. It leaves me wondering again what she would have been like if her brain had not been shattered by thousands of rads.

Pat Journal 12/31       

Heidi’s Sara Beth story

Heidi was in bed this morning, confused as to which day it is. She very much wanted someone to play with, but no one comes around anymore. She laid there no longer able to get up on her own, and began to talk.

“Sometimes I think about Sara Beth and we are running through a big field with flowers and lots of small animals and a blue sky. The sky is very blue. We play with the animals and have a good time. And Sara Beth and I are so happy. Then we go in to have supper together because we like to pretend we are in the same family.

And snow is falling down in the breeze all sparkly. It is tinkling as it falls as if it is playing a song.

And we sing songs together with the snow and go to bed in the same room. We say our prayers together. Then we reach out to touch each other. And we could almost feel what was in each other’s heart.”

At this point, her lip trembled just the slightest bit before she could finish.

“It’s hard to be away from your best friend.”