We shared the cluster with a young couple from Italy. They have three children-ages 8,10,12 back home with her parents keeping them. Skype is their daily communication tool. They are here because they said the US is several years ahead in approving the meds they must use. They exhausted the Italian meds available.
The other cluster lady was the Singapore lady I pictured for you yesterday. The Turkish couple was several clusters down. When we got home the Egyptian next door neighbor was in front of our rooms speaking Arabic to someone far away. Foreign missions? Go somewhere? They are here!
A friend shared this poem:
The Thing Is
by Ellen Bass
to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
A dear nurse that has been so good to Deb shared with us that her son had just been accepted into their local engineering school on her fortieth birthday! Congrats!
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