One Small Miracle

This morning as I was getting my day started, I sat and was thinking of my grandmother. A dear lady that was and still is the hero of my heart and soul.
It has been over 20 years since this wonderful lady left this earth, but there is not a day that goes by that I dont think of her or miss her laughter...
This morning was no exception.
Moving on to my daily tasks, I checked my email, and found this letter inside.
It rocked me to the core of my soul to say the least!
Not only is the story itself soul moving, but for me even more so....
This is the very song my grandmother sang to me as a child!
Perhaps her way of saying... I am still here...?
I like to think so ...

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KEEP ON SINGING      Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on  the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael,  prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to  be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his  sister in Mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little  sister before he even met her.     The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the      Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee. In  time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes ...every  three.... every minute.  But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor.  Would a C-section be required?      Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born.  But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at  St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. > >     The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatric specialist   regretfully had to tell the parents, "There is very little hope. Be  prepared     for the worst." Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.     Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his  sister.  "I want to sing to her," he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in  Intensive Care.       Karen made up her mind, though. She would take Michael whether they liked it or not!  If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see  her alive.  She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.  He looked like a walking laundry basket. But the head nurse  recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now!  No  children are allowed. The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face,  her  lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"     Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny  infant losing the battle to live.  After a moment, he began to sing. In  the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:  "You are my  sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray ---"  Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm  down and become steady.  "Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please  don't take my sunshine away-"  As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's  ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on  singing, sweetheart!!!"  "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I  dreamed I held you in my arms..." Michael's little sister began to relax  as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.  "Keep on singing,  Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.  Karen  glowed.  "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't, take my  sunshine away..."    The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home!  Woman's Day Magazine called it "The Miracle of a Brother's Song." The medical staff just called it a miracle.  Karen called it a miracle of God's love!    NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.    LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.     Please send this to all the people that have touched your life in some way.      Geocities  Main Page