Missing Linda

It's been almost two months since Aunt Linda had her surgery.....

And as of today, it seems so dark and bleak. We all want to believe she will recover, that she will live a productive, healthy life. But it feels so unsure.

I know that God can bring restoration, I know that He alone can heal, but sometimes His ways are not ours. I've come to understand that truth many times, but yet, when it's someone you love you just don't want to accept it.

Last Friday, Linda had no pulse, but somehow they brought her back. She also has staph pneumonia, which is very deadly. Her poor little body is so frail, and her toes and fingers are black.

When you look at her, you don't see the woman that went into surgery, you only see a shell of a person. And as much as it pains you to feel it, you can't help but think, I don't want her to continue suffering.

But she has no brain damage, and when she is more lucid she will mouth things to you, and even smile. She knows her kids, she knows my dad, and she even talks about where she wants to go eat when she gets out of the hospital.  Things like that, give you hope.

She won't be home for Christmas, she will be in a hospital, and I'm just so sad about it all.

I miss Linda.