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Nicole's mom and dad should be on their way back to the hospital soon. They ended up going home and getting some sleep. I had thought they would be coming back last night, but I didn't actually talk to them when I left to drive here...I'd talked to them about an hour or so before I left...I had to take time to calm myself down befoer I tried to drive on the ice.
I spent the night in the waiting room, because I can't go back and see her. I've been here for almost 9 hours now....hard to believe.
I just can't believe this is happening. I can still remember so vividly when she was 3 or 4 years old, and we would call her monkey baby, because she would climb the doorways of the house. Or how she would tease the chihuahua, Cujo, and then run, and he'd chase after her and nip at her diaper.
I keep thinking about the time when she was in 2nd grade or so, and her school had a Smokey the Bear poster contest that she won, and I went with her and her mom to take her to have her picture taken with the other winners....a lady walked up to me and asked me to come into another room so she could ask me a favor in private...the lady told me that the person who was supposed to be Smokey didn't show, and I looked like I was about the right height to fit the costume, and she wanted to know if I'd do it. I did...and we had to go out on the front steps to take the picture. I have bad knees, and was unsteady in the costume. Afterwards, Nicole told me she knew it wasn't really Smokey, that it was me in the costume, because when we were going down the stairs, I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder to balance myself....which is something I always did when we were walking through rough terrain in the woods around her house, and I was nervous and unsteady. I still have that picture from the paper up in a frame at my apartment.
When she was 13, I told her she wasn't allowed to get any older....and to this day, often when I see her I 'yell' at her for not listening to me, and growing up anyway.
...but I don't want her to stay 17 forever. I want her to graduate from high school, and go on to cosmetology, like she wants to. Her mom told me last week that she's getting a 98% in all of her cosmetology classes she is taking in high school....she loves it...she even already has a bunch of equipment that a member of our extended family gave her....a hair cutting chair...a hair washing sink....a dryer...all sorts of things to get her started.
...I want to see her flourish...I want to see her get a little wild in her 20's, and maybe get in a little trouble now and then, like most people of that age do. I want to see her get married, and start a family.
She deserves all of that and more....she doesn't deserve this. If I could trade places with her, I would in a heartbeat.
I spent the night in the waiting room, because I can't go back and see her. I've been here for almost 9 hours now....hard to believe.
I just can't believe this is happening. I can still remember so vividly when she was 3 or 4 years old, and we would call her monkey baby, because she would climb the doorways of the house. Or how she would tease the chihuahua, Cujo, and then run, and he'd chase after her and nip at her diaper.
I keep thinking about the time when she was in 2nd grade or so, and her school had a Smokey the Bear poster contest that she won, and I went with her and her mom to take her to have her picture taken with the other winners....a lady walked up to me and asked me to come into another room so she could ask me a favor in private...the lady told me that the person who was supposed to be Smokey didn't show, and I looked like I was about the right height to fit the costume, and she wanted to know if I'd do it. I did...and we had to go out on the front steps to take the picture. I have bad knees, and was unsteady in the costume. Afterwards, Nicole told me she knew it wasn't really Smokey, that it was me in the costume, because when we were going down the stairs, I instinctively put my hand on her shoulder to balance myself....which is something I always did when we were walking through rough terrain in the woods around her house, and I was nervous and unsteady. I still have that picture from the paper up in a frame at my apartment.
When she was 13, I told her she wasn't allowed to get any older....and to this day, often when I see her I 'yell' at her for not listening to me, and growing up anyway.
...but I don't want her to stay 17 forever. I want her to graduate from high school, and go on to cosmetology, like she wants to. Her mom told me last week that she's getting a 98% in all of her cosmetology classes she is taking in high school....she loves it...she even already has a bunch of equipment that a member of our extended family gave her....a hair cutting chair...a hair washing sink....a dryer...all sorts of things to get her started.
...I want to see her flourish...I want to see her get a little wild in her 20's, and maybe get in a little trouble now and then, like most people of that age do. I want to see her get married, and start a family.
She deserves all of that and more....she doesn't deserve this. If I could trade places with her, I would in a heartbeat.