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11.07.2012

Day after day

I try to be sensitive to the fact that he is sensitive to everything.
I can’t take away his sorrow, but I can sit with him and face it and feel it by his side.
He does the same for me.  When my own voice sounds like a frayed string, his sentences rise at the end, like helium balloons.  Whether he's sad, or I'm sad, or we're both feeling particularly fragile, he has a way of rendering life luminous, day after day.
 JEB
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3 comments:

  1. McKennaNovember 8, 2012 at 8:11 AM

    So glad you have these little people to make the days easier.

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  2. GrovesNovember 8, 2012 at 3:08 PM

    ...he has a way of rendering life luminous, day after day.

    *****

    Oh, I believe that. And I also love the way that his sister is so obviously present, ever-present, in his thoughts.

    And ever so much more, in his heart.

    Like yours,

    Cathy in Missouri

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  3. Beth AnnNovember 8, 2012 at 4:49 PM

    and for these things we are grateful.

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