Friday, March 30, 2018
My sweet Tare Tare. Still holding you in my heart.
She was 6 months old. I was 19. It was love at first sight. We grew up together. She taught me much about how to do my job. I don't know that I taught her anything. Once she started jabbering everything was "double"! Her name. Lotion was lo-lo. Diapers were diap-diaps. I locked her doctors in the medicine room once because one would come by and order "NPO!!!" (Nothing by mouth.) A few minutes later, her other would write "Diet as desired!!" until her parents and I were ready to scream. Yes, once forced to chat they came to their senses. They were two of the best docs and men I have ever met. I seem to have been able to keep at least one of them in line for a few years, now. Tarren was a style maven from the start!!! Sooooooo mannny lacy dresses were installed over central lines and feeding tubes!!! I laid under sterile drapes with her so that she would not be alone when lines were placed. I carried her on my hip as I made rounds. We laughed at so many silly things. I cried with her family when things were tough. And I would do it all again. Very few days go by when I don't think of you and your dear family, Tarren. But, Easter is especially sweetly poignant because of you.