August | 2011 | Six With Sticks

For the last few weeks, Eden has been really upset about death. She doesn’t want to die. She doesn’t want mom or dad to die. She is really struggling with these concepts and is afraid of them. I think her actions are a real sign of her intelligence.

When she gets upset, she says that there is going to be an earthquake and a hurricane and she doesn’t want mom or dad to die.

Well, today, there was an earthquake. Centered in VA, it registered 5.9 on the Richter scale. It shook the house, knocked pictures off the wall, and opened a bunch of cabinets and drawers. The worst earthquake to hit MD in over 100 years.

This weekend, there is supposed to be a hurricane, Irene.

Are these things coincidence? Does Edie have some serious intuition or sixth sense that we don’t know about?

For days, I couldn’t sleep. We’ve had money problems that I’ve been very stressed about. But that wasn’t it. I was worried about Luke and his impending surgery. I started to get very bad feelings and worried about the risks. I had a lot of confidence that nothing would be wrong, but got scared as the day got closer.

The morning of surgery, I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at the clock, 3:33. OK. Everything was going to be okay. We got up early and went to the hospital. We were the first ones there. Luke clung to me the whole time.

Luke waiting for Dr Gearhart to arrive

When it came time for surgery, Luke was calm. He went with Marcia back into the room for anesthesia. Marcia said he did well.

Headed back for anesthesia

While he was in surgery, I felt good about it. I wasn’t a nervous wreck. Neither was Marcia. We have confidence in Luke’s surgeon. So, when the surgeon called us out of the waiting room, we knew it was good news and that everything was okay. And it was. Luke did great.

Luke in recovery

It is three days after surgery, and he is doing great. He has tolerated all of the pain. It is almost as if nothing happened to him.

Before the surgery, I prayed. I prayed for Grandmom and Grandpop to watch over him. I felt that they heard me. I don’t talk to them. I don’t ask for their help much anymore. In fact, I think this is the first time I’ve ever asked for help from Grandmom. But, I think they listened. I felt comforted.