The elevator seems like an old friend. I lean back as I ride it up and down.
I know the people taking care of her by name.
I know the cafeteria food all too well and vending has robbed me way too many times.
Between the fear we laugh
Between tears we talk
So many unknowns
Friends call and visit
Flowers, cards, and food
I’m thankful that God sent a soft shoulder to cry on
1 comment:
Asking God to bring healing to your sister Milly. Hang in there.
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