It's been a long night/day. The fever finally broke but I look like I aged 5 years. My daughter is one tough chick, yelling at her doctor that she wanted to go home, not to touch her, she didn't want a sponge bath, where was her juice. WW would be proud.
I'm terribly upset that I couldn't go, and as a consequece, neither could WZ. Life is funny, perhaps this fever saved us from a car accident on the 95.
I can truly say I loved WW. We bonded over our love of Stephen King's Watch Tower Series and it just grew from there. She wasn't into my grossness but loved the reactions I got and would occassionaly "bray like a muel." Most of the time she would just shake her head like a mother who is disgusted but would expect nothing else from her child.
I am a woman of faith. I do not believe at all that is good bye but rather a "see you latter." I'm sure she's giving Jesus a talking too asking him to explain himself about the evils of the world. I know she's getting answers.