I spoke with my friend this morning. She's home from the hospital. The wonderful hospice people got her a hospital bed that's far more comfortable than her regular bed. They and her ex are also doing everything they can to make her comfortable. She doesn't know how long she has, but she's intent on tying up loose ends with her family and friends and on coming to peace with her circumstances.
I cherish every moment of every phone call with her knowing that each call could be our last. There are still awkward moments of silence and fumbling attempts to fill them. But I cherish even these, for the day may be fast approaching when the silence will be forever, and there will be nothing I can do to fill it.
Protest Playlist - spoti.fi/2i45KLh “We Can’t Make It Here” James McMurtry 2006 My favorite track of the century, although I do prefer the acoustic take rushed out for the ...
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