When I look back at the single gesture as to relieving pressure on a sick child’s back as well as giving her warmth for 15 – 20 minutes helped her a lot.
I should have offered and insisted that she needs someones warmth and humidity would help her recuperate from her infection.
The twice I visited her at her house, in bed she was really cold. I told them to change that polyester sweatshirt off her back and get some warm bed sheets.
After a few minutes of my warmth she was able to say a few words and smile. Before that she had trouble even breathing.
I visited her at one hospital, a cold bed, back home another cold bed… all this time she is not eating or drinking much as well as having trouble breathing.
Her body was pumped up with all kinds of medicine but her little heart was too busy just to keep her body warm.
My “aura” was shared with hers which gave her heart a chance to take those drugs to the intended location. In a few minutes the swelling was reduced and she clearly spoke a few words. Something she could not do before.
The next time I visited her, I wanted to do the same thing. Sit her up against me in my arms. But, I did not dare… I should have insisted.
She did not have to die.
I could have, should have helped.. If only I knew yesterday what I know now.
funeral Monday. Do not want to go. Do not want to imprint bad memories, body, coffin, grave, lost crying eyes
Lost a Princess