It was a sobering
weekend in BA land as we lost another precious angel, Riley. This little girl
was a fighter. Those of us who live in the world of liver disease know what
determination our kids carry as they battle various diseases. I like to tell
Patty that these babies are so more resilient than adults. But these kids, they
battle and claw and fight. Riley was at the top of that class.
She battled through not
one but two liver transplants and may have received another if her little body
hadn’t finally absorbed so much damage she was unable to go on. Riley was a
little soldier, unwilling to just give up. She owes a lot of that attitude to
her parents, who fought alongside her; who sang songs, prayed and refused to
give up.
Each time we lose one
of our precious angels it’s so painful. It’s more than a punch in the gut. It’s
like a piece of us has been torn away and the wound will never heal. It couldn’t
possibly do so.
But then you think of
the little angels. I believe in God and in heaven where all things will be made
whole again through Jesus Christ. The precious ones we lose are now free of
pain, free of medication, free of IV’s and PIC lines, and all the other foreign
things that invade their bodies on a daily basis when battling for their lives.
The wounds may be slow
to heal but they will heal. Because we carry the special memories of these
little ones with us for the rest of our lives. No matter how brief their stay
with us, we have all been blessed to know them. Our lives would have been so
different without them. We wouldn’t trade knowing Riley and our other angels
for anything in the world. They are our priceless treasures, and like our other
children, the very gifts of God.
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