tell me how to tell the story of eleventh hour breaths, the counted rise and fall of a dying chest. tell me how to describe hospice, and sitting in the room in which you know your friend will soon die. help me find the words. because i don't know how to honor this gift of handholding through the ultimate transition. and in the moment i admitted i have lost my faith, he asked me to pray.
Posted by bananie at May 22, 2006 5:09 PM | TrackBackhelp me help me help me
thank you thank you thank you
I love being a small audience to your story, A.
Posted by: flibbityflu at May 23, 2006 12:35 AMOne letter at a time can be very cathartic. Maybe begin with the story of how you met. and please remember to update us on Moe.
XO
Posted by: maxine at May 23, 2006 6:26 AMI'm holding your hand. ever.
(that sounds really slushy... but you know what I mean.)
Posted by: jude at May 23, 2006 12:57 PMthe words you've given more than gift us. how else to describe the experience of being deeply aware of Life in one moment that truly counts?
Posted by: sparrow at May 25, 2006 8:20 PMCount it grace.
Posted by: David at May 30, 2006 6:20 AMLife in slow motion...Beautiful.
Posted by: Mel at June 12, 2006 11:41 AM