It was difficult after getting Kristina situated on the couch. Then again, we had to find places to put all of the balloons, flowers, fruit baskets, and cards. Oh, I forgot the giant teddy bear!
Never knowing a tough daddy's girl could ever want to just be held, I had to find enough room for me to fit on the couch. I loved seeing the need for a mother's touch. I hated what happened to bring that need out of her. I still get a sick, awful feeling when we drive by the road where the wreck was.
The phone would ring when people who couldn't visit would pray with us on the phone. We didn't have to cook dinner for two weeks. Our church and friends took care of us. I had a lot of thank you letters to write.
The kids from her class at school also wrote get well cards. The teacher brought them by the house one day. While Kristina was looking at the cards, the teacher and I had to set up a schedule for a tutor to come to our house.
Why does there always have to be someone to make things look worse when things are starting to look better? One of the cards was from a boy in her class. That card was Mean, Horrible, and Disgusting. On the outside of the card was nice "get well". On the inside, was hid (something like), too bad you didn't get hurt worse. It wasn't signed. We gave it to the principle. The only thing I could think of, why someone would write something like that, they must be miserable and have to make others feel worse than they do.
I remember certain things that happened. I wonder if Kristina remembers things that I forgot.