OsoPanda (she/her/they/them)
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I live in Spain, have a ton of siblings (5). Not that many friends but really good ones. Still figuring life out, it's complicated so far. I love reading, learning new stuff and most of my family. I like understanding complicated things, even if someone has to explain it to me a million times, because even if it is the most irrelevant thing, I love it when (a plan comes together) stuff makes sense. I love comedy (I really am no comedian though) and love making other people laugh, I love seeing joy in others because it makes me wonder if that could be me someday. I love people that are gentle, little kids and most animals that won't eat my head off (except cockroaches). Also love cookies and chocolate, I'm lactose intolerant so that sucks a lot. I love movies, series and my couch I love my weirdly messed up friends too, and I love She-ra and the princesses of power. If you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here for you, I hope you have a great day!
Purplecat-Purplecat reply
I’m a pediatric occupational therapist. The first patient I ever lost was a 2 year old girl who we knew would eventually leave us due to multiple medical problems. She passed peacefully at home, where we did all our therapy sessions. She was never not attached to multiple machines that kept her alive—a trach, vent, Co2 monitors—so many wires and alarms. A week to the day after her passing, I woke from a dream where I was holding her on my lap. Her mother was next to me, and we were playing. She was completely healed—not a wire in sight. Smiling, talking (she was not able to speak in life), and being a normal 2 year old. I knew she was ok. I already believed in heaven, but this made me believe I saw her there. 
Purplecat-Purplecat reply
I’m a pediatric occupational therapist. The first patient I ever lost was a 2 year old girl who we knew would eventually leave us due to multiple medical problems. She passed peacefully at home, where we did all our therapy sessions. She was never not attached to multiple machines that kept her alive—a trach, vent, Co2 monitors—so many wires and alarms. A week to the day after her passing, I woke from a dream where I was holding her on my lap. Her mother was next to me, and we were playing. She was completely healed—not a wire in sight. Smiling, talking (she was not able to speak in life), and being a normal 2 year old. I knew she was ok. I already believed in heaven, but this made me believe I saw her there. 
