tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99400039966124695.post5521120966331601022..comments2023-12-13T02:23:37.161-05:00Comments on Baby Rachel's Legacy: OxygenRachel's Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05085949875951256158noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99400039966124695.post-50478551339726022822011-08-24T23:15:11.791-04:002011-08-24T23:15:11.791-04:00I read somewhere recently that for every important...I read somewhere recently that for every important moment in our lives there is a line to a song that defines it. He IS our oxygen and I'm glad He can lift the heaviness of a broken heart that far too many experience, especially through the loss of a child, and be our breathe. <br /><br />*Hugs*<br /><br />AndreaAndreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06351089953314618302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99400039966124695.post-73128376547001272072011-08-24T09:40:22.123-04:002011-08-24T09:40:22.123-04:00Blessings in music sweet friend! :)Blessings in music sweet friend! :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12906011318192557550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99400039966124695.post-65707976628965093702011-08-24T08:55:32.500-04:002011-08-24T08:55:32.500-04:00The night that Nana died was one of the longest ni...The night that Nana died was one of the longest nights of my life. After she died, knowing we had to leave the hospital and yet not wanting to, we finally made the way down the elevator,down the long hall, through the automatic doors and into the now bright sunshine. We agreed to go to Papas' house to figure out what to do next. I started my car and heard;<br /> And tell me now, How do I live without you? I want to know. How do I breathe without you? If you ever go, How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, How do I, O how do I live?<br />That song instantly became part of the whole experience of watching my mother die. To this day, when I hear those words, I am transported back to that day. The smell of the ICU, the whirring of the respirator, the flat line and alarm on the monitor, the voice of that horrid nurse, saying "let her go". The elevator, the sunshine.... the physical pain as the disbelief in my heart collides with the reality of her death. Even now, in an instant, with those words, everthing comes back. After 21 years there is less frequency and less intensity. But I think there is a part of those we love who go before us that we hold onto. And that's how it is meant to be.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08680639697554471976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99400039966124695.post-63910759195430162762011-08-23T23:36:04.327-04:002011-08-23T23:36:04.327-04:00God never ceases to show us He's there does He...God never ceases to show us He's there does He. Music is one of the wonderful ways in which I hear my Lord too, just like I was woken yesterday morning with 'You Raise Me Up' in my head. (not a song I have listend to since last year, nor regularly).. He speaks to us gently but reasurringly.<br />He IS our oxygen.<br />As I face this 'not easy by any means' road of carrying to term for my fatal prognosis pregnancy, I envision I will have many of these same moments down the track. But I am serving my God and my son, and I will walk this road.<br /><br />God Bless you xxNathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09916842172714172750noreply@blogger.com