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Yesterday morning (Memorial Day), Hubby and I sat on our front porch sipping our coffee and reflecting on the day. Usually there is a flurry of activities in the early morning, as cars enter and exit our subdivision.  But this morning, it was quiet - nary a car was seen. We watched the sun rise over the trees, a few clouds in the sky, no breeze blowing the leaves.  The birds flitted by and landed in the tree.  They sang their songs welcoming the morning's arrival.  In the distance we could hear dogs barking and the cows mooing.  We could hear the faint sound of cars on the main road and then to interrupt our peace, the garbage truck came rushing through. But this was a day to remember and honor all those who gave their lives so that we can enjoy the peace of each morning.

After reading Michelle's slice from last week Michelle's SOL , my mind starting thinking and remembering when Michelle and her brother, Scott, were about the age of M and their visits to the ER and hospital.  Remembering those times of accidents and illnesses.  It's never easy having a sick child, not knowing for sure what to do, how to help, praying that all would be okay.  Feeling helpless, relying on others to take care of your child.  Michelle was the fortunate (cautious - probably from watching her brother) one and didn't required many hospital visits.  Her first visit to the ER was when she was two.  We had started our journey to visit family and only got about 10 miles from home when we had to redirect to the ER.  This was  before car seats were required.  She was trying to get settled in the back of the Suburban, lunged forward and hit her head on the side panel leaving her with a gash over her eye.  It was a Friday night a...