This is NOT a Disney World...
Robin Kautz
We just got back from Disney World. Every child's dream vacation. We went to The Magic Kingdom multiple days, met every princess in the book (and movie!), and rode Splash Mountain at least five times. Our eight-year-old daughter has been dreaming about this trip for months, and she was a dynamo, racing for rides and chances to meet princesses. We also went to Epcot, Sea World, and Gatorland. Whew! A lot of fun in one week!
Against the gorgeous backdrop of Disney, I got a phone call from my son. He told me that his two-year-old daughter (who doesn't live with him) had somehow gotten out of the house the night before into the bitter Wisconsin winter. She had been airlifted to Mayo in Rochester and attempts were being made to revive her.
As the perfect princesses visited and the groundskeepers maintained the spotless grounds... As we waited in line for highly-anticipated rides, and the never-ending panorama of sweets and delights paraded by...
We waited to hear whether our granddaughter, who is also the half-sister of our daughter, Kat, was showing any positive signs. We waited to hear if the CT scan showed any brain activity. We waited to hear if her life-support was going to be removed. We waited to hear that she had passed into the loving arms of Jesus.
Of course our hearts were breaking. Our son's heart was breaking. Raelyn's mommy's and her fiance's hearts were breaking.
And yet, we were at Disney! We were on the dream vacation of our eight-year-old! We were 1500 miles away from the hospital... and we had driven...