Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Anna Jane Salamy 5/29/02-11/25/07

As I look back through pictures of Anna I am AMAZED by her smile.  One day I was reading her the book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.  When we finished, I asked her, "Have you ever had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?"  She thought for a minute and said, "No."  I said, "Really? You can't think of one?"
This child had two liver transplants, multiple surgeries, and more chemo than I can count.  She spent months at a time in the hospital.  She was sick for half of her young life and she couldn't remember a bad day.
She continues to amaze me.
I think it's a terrible day when I have cramps.  I think it's horrible if I have to wait in line too long.  I think it's a no good day when someone doesn't return my phone call.  I think it's a very bad day if the air conditioner breaks down.
I think my daughter was a better person than me.
I know I am a better person because of her.


Reba said...

I miss reading Anna stories. She always made me smile. And she has taught me along the way too. I felt great conviction when I read what Anna said about the book and not having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I have to admit I have been pity partying over here (disappointments for my children, hubby lost job unexpectedly) for the month of May. I wasn't able to see the video (and couldn't find it on FB either) but I will look again. On a different note, how do you know John Mueller? (He is a mutual FB friend) He is our music pastor. Not sure if you have read his new blog but he is quite an encourager too!

Anonymous said...

I couldn't see your video on FB or here either, wish I could have seen your sweet girl's tribute. Every time I read your blog I come away feeling inspired and hopeful. The dinner pics made me tear up, because it is such a beautiful thing to do as a family in memory of your precious child. God bless.


Anonymous said...

Anna taught me to treasure my sister. Anna is a sisterand a treasure. She taught me that skipping pages in a book is not allowed even if you have read the book 50 times. I will never forget that Uncle Marc is the only one that really knows how to play barbies. I look forward to our reunion in Heaven one day. Aunt Shonda