final song
head fell against the pillow
flowers wept
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I don’t need to explain what grief is in a time when the flowers in so many gardens are weeping.
One of my patients, before she was put in isolation, told me that she thought about her husband every day.
“He was a good man. Always looking for ways to make me happy. It was unexpected- His heart just failed.”
I saw the tears in her eyes. They expressed gratitude as much as grief.
These times are hard. I wonder if my clients will survive this pandemic. When I said “goodbye” when the lock down started, I didn’t know what to expect. (I had to make a hard decision to call off until Covid is under control because I have a high-risk family member who I could not put at risk daily.)
The last quarantine I was part of I was locked in not out of the hospital.
I’m also missing Uganda very much. The weeping flower above is a spider lily from Uganda.
How about giraffes? They are so beautiful and graceful. The spots on that mama are one of a kind. I can watch these animals all day.
what’s your favorite animal to watch???
And thank you A to Z challenge for a day in the key of G
G also stands for grateful. Thank a healthcare worker. Here’ s blog of a pathologist doing his part for Co-Vid
penned in moon dust 