Eden Raine comes home today! Whoo-hoo!
Last fall, the doctors told us that she never would live to see 3 years old. They said that, without a new heart, she would die this very month.
Last week, I got a call: She's having the transplant today.
Now, look at her go! She wants off the bed, she wants her toys, she is ....
feisty!
Yes!
Eden Raine has the heart of a 3-year-old boy. There is never a moment when you can rejoice for her but also grieve for his parents.
How do we live on? Is our life contained only within the sum of our bodily parts, or do we live on in each surviving part? Is there intelligent life at the cellular level? Is there soul?
Dead is dead, gone is gone. That's what I say. Still, I love that this tiny, doll-like girl who never knew a feisty moment in her life, might have a tiny bit of boy in her.
Blessings on you, little boy, and the ones who love you. As you reap may you sow. In love we live on.
Live on, little boy. Live on, Eden Raine.
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"There is never a moment when you can rejoice for her but also grieve for his parents."
That line really struck me. Seems like the same is true of every moment of rejoicing or grief.
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