As she takes herself down the driveway to a certain place between two trees she reclines herself in her electric wheelchair. Usually the wind is blowing a bit as I look out the kitchen window there are probably about 30 trees. She parks herself on the driveway between to of the largest. She begins to dance from side to side as she smiles... she speaks in her own language as if their is someone right in front of her, there are times when she waves and nods her head yes and sometimes no as she is giggling. I have always wondered who it is she sees or who it is she is corresponding with, however I know there is something or someone like her daddy, that she is communicating with. People with disabilities seem to all have a special gift, I believe my daughter since she has experienced death and come back on a couple occasions has been given a gift. Their is someone that is understanding every word she is conversing. As her mother I understand everything she needs as well we are wired the same and we both understand each others needs and feelings.
She is now a graduate of 2009'
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I'd like to know what she sees. But to feel what she feels is to enter forbidden territory.
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