I have had those dreams before- the ones where something tragic happens to a family member and I imagine what I would do, how I would feel and react. Realizing how scary and morbid those thoughts are, I generally stop myself and force a more pleasant daydream. Perhaps those imaginary preparations prepared me for the actual thing. The doctor said our actions were textbook, we responded exactly as we were supposed to. I can find peace in that only because Isaac has fully recovered, but where I struggle to find peace is my memory. The real life, tragic pictures of my precious little boy under the water. His purple face. His limp body as we pulled him up. Never could I have imagined these images and I pray they stop haunting me. Our family was vacationing in Florida for a few days after Steve came home from a three week long work trip. We had just walked in from a fun day of activity and decided to jump in the pool before my in-laws ...
Steadily Taking in Each Moment... and sometimes taking the time to write it out.

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