Today I had a sweet reminder that Kenzie is always around, even if it isn't with us.
One of Kenzie's really good friend just got out of the hospital last Wednesday. She was at Primary Children Hospital for a month, from a ruptured appendix and then complications from it.
Today I went and visited her and took her and her family dinner. She is still pretty fragile and has a feeding tube, and when I walked into her house I just bawled. PTSD is real and seeing her just brought back memories.
We talked a lot about her hospital stay and all the nurses that she had and those that remember Kenzie, and all the changes they have made to the hospital, and how 30 days is forever long in the hospital.
Then her mom said "I have a story to tell you about kenzie and I was trying to find a good time to tell you" she proceeded and said one night as she was sleeping, she woke up with Kenzie telling her that she is there with her daughter and is watching over her so she told her daughter that Kenzie is with her and that she would be okay.
Talk about a tear jerker, but a good one. Kenzie lived most of her life at the hospital and wanted to be a doctor or nurse when she grew up so she could help kids like her. I'm so thankful she is watching over her friends, and I am so glad that my friend told me about her Kenzie moment, I love hearing stories about Kenzie, memories, dreams that people have had of her, signs that people may have had that kenzie is with them.
