I am beyond exhausted. This is going to be a short post. No, not physically done in – emotionally and mentally. Annette and Cheri and I spent most of the day at the Hospice. Sandra was weak, slept a lot – had changed from yesterday. We saw little of her. Mostly it was about keeping vigil. And yes, we went out for lunch. And we told stupid jokes.
Gerda, her best friend of 5o some years is miraculous. I have never seen anyone take such good care. The love is tangible. The world I was in was here and not here. There were many times today that I felt I was walking a boundary line between here and elsewhere.
And I feel the love.
Wonderful to see Alisa. She is amazing. But then it seems that every time I write about here, that’s what I write. A special yong woman.
I won’t see Sandra again and I can’t wrap my head around that yet.