Kristina Crawford
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I’m a unique small town girl with a twist and a whole bunch of passion! I love animals and children.
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Skylar and the Book
It was an uneventful afternoon sitting by the hospital bed by my father, who was inevitably not going to be coming back home. My mother was sitting beside me weeping. The grim news that his transplanted kidney was septic came right before Halloween. My mother had a stroke before Thanksgiving the month before. Christmas was a complete uncertainty. Our family was truly on hard times. I was looking out the window of the rural single story hospital. In Texas, the winter weather doesn’t always feel like snowy fields and ice flurries, but more just dry and barren land and who knows what temperature. Especially in the “Hill Country” some call it here in central parts of Texas. Maybe it is just what some of my family and friends called it. I wanted to cry but I didn’t have any tears left. I felt a painful numb. To tell you the truth I’m not sure if the numbness was a blessing or a curse. On one hand I felt like I was too emotional at times and I needed to hold it together for my family. On the other hand I felt like not crying was a sign my heart was turning cold from a life of pain and suffering. Hardships were a familiar thing when it came to my life.
By Kristina Crawford5 years ago in Petlife
