Happy forty years of marriage to my parents, who went out to eat hibachi like the creatures of habit they are. They called me on their way home, and the sound of their voices sent me tumbling and crumbling after the hardest day of my professional career.
My tiny town waited two and a half years to be done with the pandemic, only to be hit like a tidal wave. I will sleep the sleep of the dead tonight, hopefully, after the sweetest reception from my family. And I will call a therapist tomorrow. There are some nursing shifts we share, and some shifts of which we do not speak again in the public forum. Today was the latter.
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I keep coming here to read your words. How human and lovely they are. Thank you for sharing. Praying that the days ahead go out and come in gently for you. <3
Gosh, thank you! What a beautiful way to phrase that. I’m gonna take it.