My mother’s voice was the first thing I heard as I woke up. She sounded so desperate…through the cloudy, utterly dizzy haze I was in, I wondered why she was so desperate.
“June, June..”, she said urgently, too urgently. “See, look at the girl you wanted so badly. Please look at her. She’s beautiful…and she has such beautiful thick hair. Touch it, please, just touch her hair”. I opened my eyes again and beheld the magical beauty in her hands. I tried to remember, ..yes – I was in the hospital, I was giving birth. Oh, my befuddled brain corrected me, I had given birth… I tried to lift my hand to obey and touch her hair, but I couldn’t. So I smiled so my Mum would know I understood, and even at the time, I sha had the presence of mind to thank God for giving her her Dad’s beautiful hair and sparing her mine😂…and then I drifted back into the sweet darkness, painless nothingness.
It was the day I almost died, the day that started a year-plus descent into a pit of utter depression and hopelessness. The year I found out that a family, friends, and neighbors that truly support you and have your back is the greatest wealth that you can find in life.
Would I go through it again? A resounding “Yes”. I would – to have the beautiful-haired angel that came forth that day and graces my life today, I most certainly would.
I thank God everyday for His Goodness, Grace, and Mercy…and the people He’s placed in my life. I never take these things for granted. Not at all.
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