@sylvesterlouis

A KISS FROM HEAVEN 41 days ago my sweet mother was admitted into the ICU with Covid-pneumonia. She was sedated to the point that she was paralyzed, she was breathing on a ventilator, and she was given a 30% chance to live. I’ve tried to put my thoughts into words about how dark and how difficult these last few weeks have been—but, words don’t seem adequate. There were extreme highs on days when things progressed the slightest bit forward. Then, there were extreme lows on days when progress was set back or it seemed like it couldn’t come fast enough. I am my mothers first born child. Ironically, she was admitted into the same hospital where she gave birth to me. She always described the day I came into the world as a rainy day in May here in Austin, TX. When the doctor placed me in her arms, she said it felt like a kiss from heaven. Today, I can count my miracles. My mothers lungs are strong again, she is alert, and she is speaking with us. We share tears and smiles about what she has overcome—and, we talk about the rehabilitation process she’s going through now. My heart is filled with gratitude. Now I know what it’s like to be kissed by the same heaven she once felt.