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4.21.2010

To Grips

When I press my head to her chest she provides the simple beat of her heart to measure time. With each pulsation I’m reminded that what I’m doing matters.  I'm where I should be, my conviction strengthens.

Having once inhabited my body, I know that part of Celia will always live within me.  We're bound forever by life’s unfortunate affinity to pair the penalty of coincidence with love of a life-altering magnitude.  There may be a place deep inside my cells where memories reside, a place for today's struggles to become tomorrow's nostalgia. And at that level, far beneath conscious thought, a place she'll always, always be. 

When I cover her thin hand with mine, I hope to feel the blood running below her pale skin. I rub my thumb over the soft lines of her palm, stroking into her grasp an apology for her fate and a gentle goodnight.

JEB

5 comments:

  1. Tears are falling as I write this.

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  2. Much love to you and your baby girl.

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  3. Precious picture.
    Praying for joy in each day and for your strength and a covering of hope.
    Love and hugs and prayers,
    Debi

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  4. you are truely amazing. Not a day goes by that you all are not in our thoughts and prayers. Special love from S.C.

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