Monday, December 10, 2012
Meet a Real Angel--I'm Serious
This woman right here is an angel.
This woman has done more for me than I have ever (or will ever) do for another human being in my lifetime.
This woman was placed in my life at the perfect time, in the perfect place, with the perfect skills and the perfect heart to serve me through my darkest of days.
This woman's name is Jenny.
This woman is one of 8 children. 5 of whom were born with an extremely rare genetic disorder called Wolfram Syndrome. She knows death. She has lost 3 siblings and will lose her twin brothers. She understands what it takes to put a funeral together. She is familiar with death. She is in tune with things of the Spirit.
She is a designer, a seamstress, an event planner, and a mother to 3 amazing kids.
She was the Relief Society President when Lucy had her accident. I had no idea she was so schooled in the ways of death and dying and funerals and burials.
This is the woman who came to the hospital with a perfect white dress for my perfect little girl-- a dress she would be buried in. She had no pattern, she didn't ask what I might want it to look like--she just made it---before we even knew for sure that Lucy would be taken off life support. She walked into the hall of Primary Children's Hospital carrying that perfect white dress in her arms and without any words, we looked into each other's eyes and I knew exactly what the dress was for and why she made it. I knew it was the last thing I would see on my daughter's body.
She told me she stayed up late into the night and every stitch was guided.
This is the woman who brought hundreds of pink balloons to Lucy's funeral and the woman who tied pink ribbons around every tree surrounding the church where her funeral was held.
This is the woman who thought of, designed, and executed the design and giving to us of Lucy's Christmas tree.
This is the woman who, every May, wears a pink ribbon on her dress to church and her boys and husband wear pink ties.
This is the woman who goes to Lucy's tree in the Pinebrook park (planted by my Peter Pan cast) on Christmas and on Lucy's birthday and ties pink ribbons on it.
This is the woman who, when I told her we were going to try to time our next pregnancy so as to avoid the months of May and June (Lucy's death and Lucy's birthday), said, "We get them when we can get them.." And it hit me so hard that I knew we couldn't skip two months of trying to conceive....In other words, I blame her for Zoë being due on Lucy's birthday.
This is the woman who sews 50+ pillowcases every May for us to donate to Primary Children's Hospital.
This is the woman who brought balloons and cookies to our house to celebrate Lucy's birthday 6 days after Zoë was born.
And this is the woman who saved material from Lucy's burial dress to be used in a blessing dress for a future daughter of mine.
The big bow on Zoë's head? Made from the same ribbon you see on the waistband of Lucy's burial dress.
And the center stitched section on the chest of Zoë's blessing dress is from the same fabric as the material Lucy was buried in.
This woman is an angel. THIS WOMAN IS AN ANGEL. Not many people get to know who their guardian angels are. I've met a few of mine in the flesh since Lucy died.
This woman is one of them.
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