“Do you believe in miracles?”
“Do you think I could get a miracle?”
“You’re going to get a miracle, Mom. Just not the one you think you want. It’s going to be so much better than that.”
Two weeks later in the deep quiet of the night her miracle came so gently it did not even disturb the slumber of my sister who’d fallen asleep holding her hand.
from the journal of Regina Richards, entry 2-12-11