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The next day, I host lunch for my oldest niece Brianna, my friend Suzanne, and her daughter Maddie.
We've just baked brownies with Santa hats, so I’m not sure why the conversation has taken this turn – to the accident, to my robot leg.
I manage a nod. "Mmm-hmm."
My mouth is full of pizza -- not so full that I can’t answer, but it's all I can squeeze out at the moment. How can I explain the complexities of blame or the logistics of what happened? She's only 8 years old.
Even so young, he knows it's best to have all his bases covered!
I was planning to end this post with Casey's words. It's comforting to believe we have control over our world, just by acting in a certain way.
But this month, we've all watched NAUGHTY and NICE battle it out. People suffer. School kids and teachers are full of life one day and gone the next.
Horrific things happen to NICE people.
She tells me Joanna has died.
NICE described Joanna perfectly. When our PT sessions overlapped. I’d arrive just as she was hugging Deb goodbye.
Until Joanna started hugging me, too.
When we talked about our uneven gaits or how hard it was to get out in the morning, Joanna rolled her eyes and smiled at me, like these were secrets we shared.
Over time, I saw Joanna less and less. Deb kept me posted with stories. She told me about Joanna's enormous shoe collection. How she wanted to learn to walk in high heels again!
Joanna's illness took away many things. But not her kindness and spirit.
In the spirit of Joanna -- who expressed love every time I saw her -- I’m sharing it with you.
Consider it an extra serving of NICE this holiday season. Because it really does matter.