Thursday, April 22, 2004
Late
It’s 11:51pm and in 6 1/2 hours the day starts again. I should be on my way to bed but a moment of emptiness just hit me. The urge to reach out and grab someone and hold them tight. My coffee is almost cold. I don’t smoke anymore so there is nothing smoldering in the ashtray. I think about the appointment with Dr. Ross in the morning. I’m not worried because his vision seems to be better ever day. I wonder how my lungs are doing but again I’m not worrying. As my mom always said What Is To Be Will Be!
I think I’d like to take a trip. Jay and I always loved traveling together. I remember the funny times, the feeling of closeness, and no fear of illness hanging over us. But I now know the feeling of working together to achieve a goal, depending on each other to wade through the the bad times, and being glad to be here to accomplish this. I’m a pretty lucky lady!
