Dear Alex, An Anonymous Donation...
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| Mitzi moo, missing her daddy lots at the moment... |
17th
November 2012
Dear Alex,
Fruit tea in a pot,
glass cup, screen and keyboard. Candles lit, four children sleep, hair still wet from
bath. This time of year, so dark, always night! Yet for us, there’s the sense
that this is the lying down of something, shedding of the old, sad, lost, but a
new journey together, a new family set up. And only we will know what it will
mean for us to be family, to be together again, so long separated, so long our
lives ripped apart.
Hydrotherapy is
starting for you next week! I am taking you, because I have a car now I can
take you in. An amazing thing happened just a few weeks ago. Somebody, who I do
not know, who wanted to remain anonymous, donated enough money to buy us a new car
that we can all get into. It was delivered Thursday night. I had been praying
for a car, somehow to be able to acquire one (I had NO idea how!) And before I
had to do the hour long drives to where you have been moved to, A nursing home
in Amersham. I got it Thursday night! Not a second too early, a second too
late, just perfect timing. It’s incredible. How can that be?? Someone did that
for us, and the timing, just amazing, Most High timing.
We don’t need things
before we need them, do we?! And it’s about trusting there’s a plan, a purpose,
even when we cannot see. I have decided not to get distressed, torn up, by the
fact there is NO house, but trust that somehow the Most High will hear, listen,
provide, I have the car to prove He hears! You are ready to be at home, poison
darts sent firing into my heart each time I am with you at the moment you ask
to come home with me…"Not yet, my angel, but soon... trust me” I have to say.
I am moving the dining
table and chairs into the garage, and a hospital bed should be arriving next
week. At least this way you can have an overnight stay.
The move has gone
well to the nursing home, you seem unperturbed for the moment. Funnily enough it’s our little Mitzi moo who is the
most unsettled. She hates leaving you, she cries and says how much she wants
you home. She lingers in the door way after giving you a kiss and a cuddle, watching you to check you're not upset we are going. She
runs to inform the staff we are leaving, “please can you check on Daddy because we have to go now?”
she requests. Her bottom lip quivers, big fat sad tears of missing her daddy,
no matter how you are now, you’re her daddy and she wants you home, roll down
rounded red cheeks.
We will get you home
my angel. We need to get on with our lives as a family unit now. Very different
it will be, but a new venture we all need to be a part of.
…Oh to have you home…
me xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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