It’s been a quiet day in PG. Work was very slow, so I spent time with Riley, who was very needy today. I thought about Baby Tikva all day, and I reread her mother’s blog and cried.
I remember the drill only too well. Not even nine years now. The days in the ICU that turned into months of waiting, watching everything, protecting the thread of life that my mother hung by. The hand washing. The tests. The medical consults. The DNR.
And then, one day, she was gone.
I do not know what it is like to lose a child. I can not even fathom it. I wondered what cruel trick of God’s allowed this baby to live for only two months, only to be snatched back up in an instant, a heartbeat.
But then I knew.
Tikva was a force of nature, a teacher, a bringer of light and love.
I can not know the measure of Gal and David’s grief. I can only share some small part of it.
So many of us from all corners of the world have, in our own small ways, been on this journey with them. We prayed and visualized. We walked beside the family then and we walk beside them now, our arms around them.
Our love for them and for Tikva is limitless.
And the lessons we learned from being on this journey with them will last a lifetime.