5 years ago today we had no idea it was the last night we would get to play with Henley. She must've known. She was always wise beyond her years. Kelly and I used to notice that when we had times in which our whole family was together and people were playing, talking, and there was a lot of commotion, you used to find Henley sitting in the background just watching. It was as if she was taking it all in, and she always had a look about her as if it wasn't actually her watching, but something bigger inside of her soul keeping watch. We always thought it was as if there was an angel inside of Henley's body and moments when everyone was happy and enjoying each other's company, she would sit back and be proud as she was observing why she was put on earth. She was an angel given to us for a short time to impact us all in a deep way. On July 18, 2010 she was hurting and she was sick, but she knew her family needed one last night of fun. So despite how she felt, she gave us what we all needed.
It had become clear that Henley's days were numbered as home hospice had recently come to the Romine's and our Brave Bee was hurting. But on her last night, she perked up when they bought a hot tub. Even though her body was riddle with cancer and years of treatment had taken its toll, she pepped up when we did not expect it and gave us all one last night of fun. It was as if she morphed temporarily into a new person. She had spunk, she was goofy, and she was right where she always wanted to be. Playing with her family.
She gave us all hope that maybe we had a little more time with her. What I didn't realize was that when we said our goodbyes and goodnights that night, it would be the last time. Forever. The next time I would see her she would in the morning when she would a shell of herself, a soul leaving her earthly body.
I don't have a lot else to say tonight. It's not a groundbreaking post, but just writing this I'm reliving what happens tomorrow and becoming increasingly mad and sad all at once. I'll hopefully summon that emotion for tomorrow. Goodnight Henley Romine.