Saturday, December 20, 2008


Merry Christmas all. I just got back from seeing Christie for Christmas. Mama, Daddy, Pepper, me and Xander went. We left here on Saturday and got there Saturday night. It took us 14 hours it was 775 miles.
Sunday when we got there we had to wait down stairs I guess they had to call Richard to let him know we were there, I don't know why we waited. When we went upstairs Christie was sitting at the nurses station.I tried to get a picture of her face, but the desk was in the way. She mouthed the words so plain it was as if she hollered "OH MY GOD" She was so happy.
We went to her room, and we wrote notes back and forth.We brought her a Christmas tree with fiber optic lights. Christie and Xander decorated it with a little help from me. We also went to the park. When we came back from the park we rolled passed 3 cats that where outside Christie made kissing sounds and put her hand out for the cats. We had a beautiful day.
Monday when we got there Christie was in the activities room watching Harry Potter. I brought my laptop so it would be easier for her to talk with us, she can type faster than she can write. We brought her presents and put them under the tree. Paula , Aaron and David came to visit as well. Sunday the facility called Richard to see if they could visit Monday. Richard said they could visit as long as I was there, but no one else could visit, I asked them why I had to be there Christie needed people to visit when I wasn't there, but they didn't have an answer.We all had fun laughing and catching up with Christie.
Tuesday when we got there Christie was still in bed. We talked on the laptop and I asked her did she want to go outside to the park or open her presents.Christie said that was a hard choice but she choose opening the presents.Christie opened her presents and really had fun. One of the things I took her was a scrapbook I made her with 200 pictures in it. It had like 54 pages. We spent the rest of the afternoon looking at the book together, it was so much fun. She would point to the pictures and talk to me about them she doesn't realize we can't hear what she says. At one time she leaned over and was "whispering " in my ear. If I had had it I would have given a million dollars to know what she was whispering to me. It was so much like before the wreck when we would talk. I miss talking to her and hearing her voice. Her Papa gave her a giant word find she would point to it and then herself asking if it was hers. The CNA'S came in to give her a bath and then was going to put her to bed for the night because she had been up all day so we left. When we came back Wednesday morning Christie had found 5 words in her word book she even crossed out the words she found.
Wednesday when we got there Christie was still in bed.We typed on the computer and talked. Xander wanted to play with Christie's horse, so I asked her by typing if Xander could play with it.She wrote back yes, if he doesn't break it. Christie stayed in bed until 1:00, the CNA's came in to get her ready for an appointment I ask where she was going They said they couldn't tell me and that I wasn't allowed to go with her. I called Richard at work because I wanted to know where Christie was going. The woman who answered the phone said she would have him call me. Richard didn't call me instead Philip called me and told me Richard was working and couldn't receive non emergent calls. I told Philip I wanted to know where Christie was going he said to take it up with Richard I said I couldn't because Richard wouldn't talk to me on the phone. Philip also said I would not call Richard at work again. I told him I would call him if I thought I needed to. He wasn't telling me what I could and couldn't do.Philip said if I called Richard at work again he would take the legal action he needed to ,to see that I didn't do it again. I told him to take his best shot. Christie left to go to the doctor, so we left.I called at 6:30, and she still wasn't back.I called later to see if she was back and they said yes, but didn't know what time it was when she got back. I wanted to stay the whole day with her, but we headed back home.I don't know when I will see her again.
Christie kept asking to come home for me to please, please take her home. I told her she had to get well first. She said she was. Christie doesn't understand she can't walk or talk. When they would come in to feed Christie she would open her mouth and try to get them to put the liquid in her mouth. Please keep praying for her and for her to be happy.

About Christie

I am Becky, Christie's Mom and I want to tell you about Christie. Christie is a beautiful, outgoing, and caring person. She loves outside, turtles, frogs, birds all kinds of animals especially horses. Christie has talked about maybe becoming a vet. Christie was injured in a car wreck on April 19,2008. Christie has a severe globial brain injury where they had to remove the whole left tempral lobe. This blog is to share Christie's story. She is a fighter, and she is making a recovery that no one thought she would.


This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please Read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in not hurry... This is a treasure...
>For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,This is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is Even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.
>The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is This the long way?' she asked. And the guide said:'Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it... But The end will be better than the beginning.'
But the young mother was happy, and she would not Believe that anything could be better than these years. So she Played with her children, and gathered flowers for Them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.'
>Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was Dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother Drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, 'Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.'
>And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and The children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,' A little patience and we are there.'So the children climbed, and when they reached the top They said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.'
>And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up At the stars and said, 'This is a better day than the last, for my Children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness.Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I've given them strength.'
>And the next day came strange clouds which darkened The earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped And stumbled, and the mother said: 'Look up. Lift your eyes to the light. ' And the children looked and saw above the clouds An everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the Darkness. And that night the Mother said, 'This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.'
>And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and The years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with Courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, For she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,And beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And Mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end Is better than the beginning, for my children can Walk alone, and their children after them.'
>And the children said, 'You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.'And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates Closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her But she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She Is a living presence.......'
>Your Mother is always with you... She's the whisper Of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach In your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand On your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives Inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love And your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can Separate you.Not time, not space... Not even death!