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Im not yet an invalid, Patrick, and I think I can gauge when I need to rest. Now, Ive faced facts and the first fact is that I wont be returning to Hawaii with you. Secondly, Marcail is going to be nine years old in two weeks and not one plan has been made for her birthday. And finally, all of San Francisco is waiting to be explored and if you wont go sight-seeing with me, well, Ill go by myself!
But mother! We thought you were feeling sick and we Seans voice was so young and confused that the anger drained completely out of his mother.
Please, all of you listen to me. Theresas eyes moved to each one, Patrick, Sean, Kaitlin and Maureen, holding their gaze for just a moment before going on softly. I have times when I feel quite good and all of you know that. Just sitting around and waiting for my fever to go up in the afternoon accomplishes nothing. Starting tomorrow I would like to begin going out. I want us to start with a tour of the city if it isnt raining. We shall take each day as it comes. Now, are you with me?
Of course were with you, Love, Patrick spoke as his arms surrounded her slight frame. Please forgive me for treating you too fragiley. Fragiley? Is that a word?
Everyone laughed and they all talked about what they wanted to do in the days to come. As Theresa made her way out of the room to lay down for a rest, she gave them some words that would long live in their hearts.
We need to thank God for this thing He has brought into our lives. Its a precious gift that Hes given us by allowing us to know whats wrong with me. So many die without warning. This way we can have special times and youll have memories to hold close in the days to come when things look black.
My prayer is that youll know how much I love you and that whatever tomorrow brings God will be your all when you need comfort.
Theresa left the room then with a pleading prayer in her heart for wisdom and words. It was time to talk to Marcail of the future.
I started a letter to Loni.
May I read it?
Marcail handed the letter to her mother and awaited her approval. She was in her fathers lap on the settee in the room she shared with Kaitlin, all snuggled into her nightie and robe. Theresa had told her husband of her plans to talk with Marcail at bedtime and hed wanted to be with them. Now that the moment had come, Theresa was thankful for his presence.
You did very well. Are you really cold all the time like you said in this letter?
Marcail nodded almost apologetically and her mother leaned to kiss her cheek. Well have to get you some warmer clothing.