Dear Jacqui,
My friend... that so very much sucks. & it makes me think of my own poem:
Friend is aching,
My heart is breaking.
I wish I had something spectacularly encouraging to say or a way that I could beam myself there to just help & be present. But I can't & I hate that. So thought it seems cliché, I genuinely will pray because lately it seems like that is all I can do. So right now & tomorrow & the day after & as long as needed, I will pray... for healing in Brad's body & for strength & peace for each of you & that you will have many moments full of true joy even in the midst of struggle.
Love, Jen
Sunday 11 August 2013
Saturday 10 August 2013
A Poem
Dear Jen,
I wrote myself a poem:
Husband in pain.
Wife aching.
I know, it's pathetic. It's just too much for him. Well past a year of almost consistent pain, and now he writhes in agony and there is nothing in the entire hospital that eases it. Before all this, of course, he's been suffering with IBS for years. He's going to die so young from body exhaustion.
I should disclaim that it's really late, I just left Brad at the ER after three hours to relieve my friend from house sitting duty, and I am exhausted. It will all be brighter in the morning. For now though, this is how I feel:
Husband in pain.
Wife aching.
I wrote myself a poem:
Husband in pain.
Wife aching.
I know, it's pathetic. It's just too much for him. Well past a year of almost consistent pain, and now he writhes in agony and there is nothing in the entire hospital that eases it. Before all this, of course, he's been suffering with IBS for years. He's going to die so young from body exhaustion.
I should disclaim that it's really late, I just left Brad at the ER after three hours to relieve my friend from house sitting duty, and I am exhausted. It will all be brighter in the morning. For now though, this is how I feel:
Husband in pain.
Wife aching.
Friday 9 August 2013
Brain Child
Dear Jen,
There are so many things I could write to you. I think about it sometimes--when I'm cleaning a room, or putting a child to sleep, or walking outside, or wallowing in exhaustion on the couch--I'll think of things I would write to you if my brain were attached to the computer.
Why haven't they invented that yet?
They probably have...it's just not safe or something. Too high a chance of your brain exploding. Honestly if there were any chance of my brain exploding I don't think I'd do it. Just ain't good business sense.
Anyway, despite all these things I could say, I will say none of it. Because it's actually the middle of the day right now, and I have a baby crawling on me, and kids elsewhere in the house almost certainly making an unmanageable disaster. I hear a smashing sound...I'm hoping it doesn't lead into a breaking sound.
So I will offer you nothing. Nothing except the knowledge that I'd like to write awesome things to you every day.
Love,
Jacqui
There are so many things I could write to you. I think about it sometimes--when I'm cleaning a room, or putting a child to sleep, or walking outside, or wallowing in exhaustion on the couch--I'll think of things I would write to you if my brain were attached to the computer.
Why haven't they invented that yet?
They probably have...it's just not safe or something. Too high a chance of your brain exploding. Honestly if there were any chance of my brain exploding I don't think I'd do it. Just ain't good business sense.
Anyway, despite all these things I could say, I will say none of it. Because it's actually the middle of the day right now, and I have a baby crawling on me, and kids elsewhere in the house almost certainly making an unmanageable disaster. I hear a smashing sound...I'm hoping it doesn't lead into a breaking sound.
So I will offer you nothing. Nothing except the knowledge that I'd like to write awesome things to you every day.
Love,
Jacqui
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