Hi, Steven and Kayo, Risa and Rumi and all of Rex's friends:
You all have become a second family to me.
At Rex's party, I wanted to share so much with you besides just words.
I've been lost for a while:
My only daughter passed away recently after a 12+ year illness that was horrible in its pain and implications for her future. How she hung on for so long amazes me. She was my life, my best best hope, a woman I would admire even if she weren't my daughter. She was a nurse, and her injury began when she was assisting an operation, and the steel gurney the patient was lying on collapsed and she caught him and the steel table and held on until help was called for and came (in the US, doctors and nurses are afraid of legal litigation, and so the doctors wouldn't help, and I understand). The man whom my daughter saved will never know about her, but she is a hero in my mind, and she never regretted her choice. She was everything a nurse should be.
Like all of us with Rex, I should have been prepared, but I wasn't.
Please forgive my lapse in communication with you, all of you, especially Kayo and the girls.
Rex is a comfort. His funny "Masked for Escape" photo is looking at me now. His smile is everything.
I have been feeling that Rex might very well have greeted my daughter, Lorrie, at the gates of whatever a lovely Heaven is there for him and for her. He'd recognize her as she would him; she would say something like, "oh! YOU'RE the one Mom told me about!" and her whole being would be without pain as Rex led the way.
Thank you,
Bobbie Van-Nix