Took my daughter to the doctor today. An old woman in a wheelchair hooked up to oxygen came in. She was talking to herself and obviously unaware of her surroundings.
She looked at me for a second from across the room and I saw resignation mixed with pain. She's hanging on for life, but something about her made it seem like she wanted to go, to fall asleep and pass on in peace.
In another part of the county, a young mother grieves because her husband won't be coming home. Their two young children will ask about their father, and God knows what she will tell them.
Gone, just like that, with the promise of life ahead.
It just doesn't seem fair.
2 comments:
the oxygen tank helps her cling to her pain.
I wonder if she wants to be hooked up to it?
Of course life isn't fair. An option is to make however much of this life one has left as good as it can be. A good way to do that is to purposely, and purposefully, tell those you care for how much they mean to you.
When in your kind of pain, it's a start.
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