Dotty, Once in a Lullaby

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sh I could promise you she’ll come back to us, come home to me. I’m just not sure that’s what she wants. She loves you all, of that I am certain. And she loves me too, as she always has — without doubt, without restraint, without limits. How can a soul so beautiful, so luminous and playful, how can someone like that soar among the stars only to plunge so quickly through the clouds?Friends, if there are answers to that question, I do not have them for you. As I stand here in Dotty’s hospital room, looking out over the snow-covered houses with their smoldering chimneys, I can only hope that she wakes up. And if it can’t be here with us, then I hope she wakes up in a place she once described to me. A place where all roads lead to light, where all the dreams she dared to dream come true.She is resting peacefully. Her ruby hair billows around her sweet face, freckles s

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till proud except where they’re covered by medical tape. I can’t remember how many there are, freckles I mean, but I knew it once. She made me count them one cold Sunday morning while we lay in bed together. It was Valentine’s Day. She sang nursery rhymes and nodded in time with the music, while I tried earnestly not to lose count. 54…55…56…So pray for her if you can. Send her your good thoughts. Wish upon whatever star you believe in that she returns to us. Make her remember who we are. Each of us. But if she doesn’t, know that she’s found another place where she can be who she really is, where she can be happy and heroic, loving and strong, brave and vulnerable. I will take some comfort in that thought, but one question will stay with me always. If my Dotty, my love can live in such a wondrous land, filled with good people and golden paths, then why can’t I?</article></body>

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Dear friends and family:

Dotty has been unable to wake up. Her EEG shows nothing, but her blue eyes still flutter beneath their lids like birds’ wings. The doctor will do one more exam tomorrow. If she doesn’t respond they will say she is gone, but I know she’s in there, somewhere.

I wish I could promise you she’ll come back to us, come home to me. I’m just not sure that’s what she wants. She loves you all, of that I am certain. And she loves me too, as she always has — without doubt, without restraint, without limits. How can a soul so beautiful, so luminous and playful, how can someone like that soar among the stars only to plunge so quickly through the clouds?

Friends, if there are answers to that question, I do not have them for you. As I stand here in Dotty’s hospital room, looking out over the snow-covered houses with their smoldering chimneys, I can only hope that she wakes up. And if it can’t be here with us, then I hope she wakes up in a place she once described to me. A place where all roads lead to light, where all the dreams she dared to dream come true.

She is resting peacefully. Her ruby hair billows around her sweet face, freckles still proud except where they’re covered by medical tape. I can’t remember how many there are, freckles I mean, but I knew it once. She made me count them one cold Sunday morning while we lay in bed together. It was Valentine’s Day. She sang nursery rhymes and nodded in time with the music, while I tried earnestly not to lose count. 54…55…56…

So pray for her if you can. Send her your good thoughts. Wish upon whatever star you believe in that she returns to us. Make her remember who we are. Each of us. But if she doesn’t, know that she’s found another place where she can be who she really is, where she can be happy and heroic, loving and strong, brave and vulnerable. I will take some comfort in that thought, but one question will stay with me always. If my Dotty, my love can live in such a wondrous land, filled with good people and golden paths, then why can’t I?