Spent the day at TCH and saw once again some of the sights that haunt me. Since we are moving I pondered leaving these sacred places. We won’t walk through these halls anymore. They won’t bring back all that haunts me. How do you forget or do you ever forget? In Kentucky they won’t know what she was lived through, but maybe that is a good thing. Maybe it’s time for new and fresh approaches. Maybe. Just needed to pause and remember, and to let go.
Where we sent out the message that her heart surgery was finally over and she was doing fine.
Where I headed after weeks and weeks of waiting for heart surgery, then the surgery, then the recovery and finally it was the horrible nurse that finally made me cry.
Where I cried one hopeless day after many, many hopeless days.
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