Dedication

Yesterday I noticed that the flowers are already starting to bloom here. We had a very mild winter in DC. That makes all seasons that Sarah has been gone: summer, fall, winter, and spring. Although it has only been six months and ten days. But time is not always reliable for me right now.

Lately we’ve been more active about certain things about Sarah. We applied to the Parks Foundation to purchase a memorial park bench for Sarah in one of our local parks, the one where Sarah often practiced her wheelchair driving with her chin switch and where Polly walks to a lot of days. We’re told it will come with a three-line plaque and we have to choose the dedication. I don’t know the number of letters we will be allowed yet. I was thinking something like

*Sarah G.—- 2006-2022*

“You Will Be Remembered In

Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring”

Hopefully that’s not too many letters. I don’t want to have to cut out a couple of the seasons and have her thinking ‘What — you just forget me in Fall and Spring?’ Anyway, I’m open to suggestions if you feel like dropping a comment. By the way, WordPress has this thing where I have to approve your comment in order for it to be seen, so don’t worry it you are posting a comment that it’s not being recorded. It goes to the central office and I get pinged and told to approve it. I’m not exactly a technical genius about this blog and I apologize if it doesn’t have a lot of bells and whistles on it.

We also contacted Sarah’s school about having some kind of memorial there for her — something that the school needs but can’t fund, or another memorial bench, or piece of adaptive equipment. The principal is supposed to get back to us when he has surveyed Sarah’s team.

Finally, we had the idea that next Christmas we are going to volunteer at Give Kids The World, the Wish Kids resort where Sarah had so much fun. Last Christmas was so hard for us, and GKTW needs volunteers year round. So we are looking into that. I feel a little scared to be taking these steps, frankly. Part of me just wants to keep watching documentaries and resist interacting with the world. I know that is my depression talking. I try not to let it have the last word.