Sarah’s been enjoying the longest trouble free
time of her post-transplant journey. At times, it’s hard to believe she even
had a transplant. Or that she battled biliary atresia. And that she could have
died. I’m not trying to be melodramatic. The journey seemed so surreal itself
and now this “quiet” time is beginning to resemble it.
It’s not that I’ve forgotten what happened. I
never will. Writing a book about the experience doesn’t allow me the luxury of
setting those memories aside, either. If anything they can seem fresher than
they were almost four years ago.
We celebrate all our kids birthdays with equal
vigor but there’s still something different about Sarah’s special day. And
there always will be. We’re only blessed with our children for a short
duration. It will end up being a short part, in terms of years, in our lives
and hopefully theirs.
It’s important to me that each celebration be
just that: a celebration of life, joy, love and gratefulness.
Happy Birthday, Sarah!
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