that we haven’t forgotten about her, that so many people are praying. You feel guilty walking around breathing with ease when she’s struggling painfully with every breath a machine is taking for her. You constantly think about the pain she’s in.
The screenshots from those FaceTime calls are so graphic I wouldn’t share them with anyone but I wouldn’t give anything for the opportunity to tell her with a smiling face that we love her so much. That people are calling and asking about her, that we’d be there if we could,