Then after a few more families giving thanks, Grace and Aileen cajoled their friends to come up with them to give thanks. Aileen stammered and then spoke up, she was thankful that Annie was in heaven and could eat. I just couldn't look up after that. Kleenex in hand, I was a mess.
I was also a mess after I read this. It comforts me that Grace and Aileen carry Annie so close to their hearts. They prayed fervently through the years of her illness, begging God to heal their little cousin. And now, without minimizing their loss of Annie, their faith is big enough to thank God that today she is well--and can eat.
Another e-mail came a few days ago from my friend, Rebecca, whose daughter, Caitlyn, was in Annie's class at school last year. Caitlyn is still in the same Lifeskills class, with the same teacher, Miss Cindy. Rebecca said, "Miss Cindy has a series of videos on her iphone of the kids, and one of them is of Annie. She said Caitlyn loves to choose that one to watch, and kisses the screen while she watches it. We never know with her just what she is taking in and what things have impacted her. It's obvious, though, that she remembers her friend."
I love to hear these stories, and I'm thankful for these tender, little hearts who love and remember Annie.