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Saturday, March 16, 2013

Just one moment

I've seen in movies where loved ones separated by death are again reunited for a fleeting moment in time; where life and death is no longer the barrier.  They meet only to share one more touch, one more kiss, one more "I love you."  One more anything is all that is needed to satisfy the other's memory for the rest of time.

I dream of Jude seeing me, even if only to know my smile, to have a reference when hearing me laugh, when I say, "I love you."  It's a fantasy of mine, that he and I will meet, with his mother and brothers, too, and we can all gaze on each other, knowing he's gazing on us- even if for a moment.  However unfair my dream is, I can't help but have it.

There's a beautiful YouTube clip of a young woman who hears for the first time at the age of 29.  Her reaction to the sound, even the simplicity of beeping, is so powerful.  Acknowledging sight and sound, although both being senses, are remarkably different, I can't help but think of Jude when I see the video. Not because I think there's a technology around the corner ready to give him sight, but because I wish there was.

We haven't spent many of our days as Jude's parents dwelling on things we can't control and likely we'll continue to focus on that which we can, but like most people, we've got our wish list, too.

St. Jude: Pray for us.

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