They all commented on your bravery. Waking up each morning and facing down the creeping thing inside you, poisoning yourself to buy a few more weeks.
Sitting in the car park I thought about you sitting up in the hospital room with one eye always on the door. I thought about the way your lips waver when the doctors talk to you about preparing yourself for the eventuality. I wondered if when it came down to the end, would I have any strength left to lend…
This was beautiful, Carol, and so sad. It was one year ago today (Feb. 15), that my mother passed away, and it stirred up memories. I still sometimes wonder if I have enough strength, but then I remember that in my weakness, God’s strength is made perfect. Your post was very poignant and well written.
God bless you,
Cheryl
Thank you very much for the lovely compliment and my condolences on your loss. I’m glad that you’re faith provided at least some comfort to you.
Ohhhh this was soooo goooooood. I love your flash fictions and short stories, seriously! You’re amazing 🙂 Inspirations are coming from you…my mind’s being unblocked! 😀
I’m glad that my writing has such an impact.
Beautifully moving.
Thank you, I’m glad that it had such an effect.
😦 Brilliant but 😦
I know. A friend of the family’s recently underwent surgery that didn’t go too well, (she should survive) but my mother has gone from an estranged friend to a confident which takes it’s toll. You can see it worrying her went she doesn’t go visit because of work.
Genuinely sorry to hear this, Carol.