Yesterday, I laughed with her  and talked with her the way sisters do. No need to focus on anything.  She seemed stronger than the day before but kept reaching for the ceiling.  I wanted to believe she was just stretching, but the nurse and  I both heard her say “angels” . She smiled a lot, so I asked questions.  According to her nods and nos, they are dressed in white, grown and not babies,  male and are ethnically diverse (except she said no to chinese for some reason.)  We sang a little, we prayed, we did our usual affirmations of God’s power and ours.   She was a little mad because the nurse wouldn’t let me give her the lemon cake she asked for.
  I walked away last night not wanting to leave her, but she pointed me out.  Since I got no calls last night, I fully expect her to be stronger today and be the comeback kid she always is.  Putting together a play list of her favs before I head back up. I’m just  hoping rocking out will bring her joy.
Pushing aside my own feelings, but still hoping for a miracle. It’s God’s will and hers. My job is to just be her sister and put my tears in my back pocket.