As I was writing the final chapter in Brenna's book, the one of her last moments on this earth, I couldn't help but think, "Is this all I have to do, Lord? Can I come home now?"
Then I felt a gentle touch on my knee. Gibbs, Brenna's little Min-Pin, placed his little foot on my knee with his face pressed close to me. He looked at me as if to say, "Grammie, Little Mommie left you to me. You can't go now."
I know the book cannot be the end. God still has a plan for Brenna's message.
Follow me on my daughter's journey to recovery after a sudden medically unexplained hypoxic brain injury, her 16 months of recovery, and her sudden cardiac arrest that eventually took her life. This is about my beloved Brenna and a mother's reflections while she was ill and after her loss. God has sent me on a journey to use her story to help and educate others. The opinions on this blog are based on 6000 hours spent with My Brenna over a 16 month period.
Playing Dress Up
Brenna wearing Mama's hat.
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