Ben is on day 3 of the stomach flu. He tends to get sick like I get sick:
1) Certain he will die.
2) Quite hopeful he will die.
He told his Dad on Day 1 that he "might not make it." He can't keep anything down so he told us that you "have to eat to live." Mike reminded him that Jesus fasted 40 days. This didn't seem encouraging to him but he stopped the death talk. Temporarily.
Last night (day 2+) he said he was looking forward to "when we all die and get new bodies without allergies or throwing up." I asked him if he thought we would have bodies you can see or if we would be invisible?
He seriously responded "I think it is both. We'll be invisible and yet able to see each other."
I couldn't help but think how we are to have the faith of a child; a little more imaginative than we are as adults who have trouble believing anything beyond our own experience.
Mike was down yesterday with the flu and then went to work looking pasty white today. I am hopeful Ben is near the end of this as he is thoroughly exhausted, pale and weak. I am also hopeful that it doesn't pass onto the females in the family, though it resembles something Ev had two weeks ago. So perhaps it started with her.
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