I don't know what to report. My sis is still in dire straits, bodywise.
It is weird because half of me believes so firmly in the eternity of our souls and that we will all be together and happy someday (everybody!). Kind of like BlogHer without the bitching and complaining.
The other half of me is stunned and horrified and in screaming emotional pain at the thought of never sitting out on the back porch telling stories with her again. That this big chunk of all our lives may just fall out of the center and leave a big ragged gaping Laura-shaped hole.
So many people love her so much. You would, too, if you met her.
A Course in Miracles says:
Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
Therein lies the peace of God.
It's a hard one to get your brain around until you realize that the course defines "real" as "unchanging" and "eternal." So our bodies are not real because they change. Our souls, on the other hand, are real and go on forever.
At least I hope so.
Thanks again for your prayers and thoughts. I can feel them carrying me.