Christmas Day, 2005...

I spent my praying time thanking God for the best Christmas gift He could have given me - my daughter's life. But I also had a burden in my heart and in my spirit for all the families with grief instead of joy on that day. I prayed for God to continue to comfort them and my mind kept going back to the seconds before the impact, when they must have realized that the plane was going to crash. 

I was probably punishing myself, but I kept praying that they went to Jesus without pain and agony. I even asked Jesus to promise me that they were all with Him. By this time, I was quite upset and melancholic, and went downstairs for breakfast with a heavy heart.

I was now missing Mike in earnest and was glad he would be coming soon. I prayed that Kechi would look better so that he would be able to handle seeing her.

I had been dehydrated for a few days, following a bout of diarrhea, which explained why I was feeling so weak, so I forced myself to eat, took some drugs I got from the pharmacy, as well as the multivitamins Betty had bought for me since the previous week, which I had ignored. I gave myself a serious talking-to. I could not afford to fall ill, so I prayed for healing for myself...

To be continued...