Permission to be happy

The other night we were remembering our sweet peach and talking of the one arriving soon and it felt like a painful dejavu. Sasha was dying at 2 as Mia approached; Mia is an exuberant 14 month as her sister (we think) arrives. Mia's pregnancy during our time at SickKids is lost in the mist while this little one proclaims her presence early with lots of turns and heart burn.

On this 14 month anniversary of Sasha's death we are grateful for the opportunity extended by Margaret Keatings and Bonnie Fleming-Carroll for Sasha's fund to participate in SicKids Hospital's first Interprofessional Care week later in November. The plan is to collect stories on multi-disciplinary, interprofessional and family centred care. More details to follow.

Sweet Peach, even as we remember you with tears and smiles, Mia gives us permission to be happy (as Kari Murphy put it so well). We think of you every day, here is a little song for you we have been playing recently. "Well the first days are the hardest days, dont you worry any more, cause when life looks like easy street, there is danger at your door. Think this through with me, let me know your mind, Wo, oh, what I want to know, is are you kind? ... You know all the rules by now and the fire from the ice. Will you come with me? Wont you come with me? Wo, oh, what I want to know, will you come with me? It's the same story the crow told me; its the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go. Aint no time to hate, barely time to wait, Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go? Come hear uncle johns band playing to the tide, Come with me, or go alone, he's come to take his children home." "Uncle John's Band", Grateful Dead