I almost always take the first night’s watch in the hospital. Tonight I’m with mama, watching over her as she prepares for a procedure early in the morning.
I’ve been so scared. Since papa and uncle, what store of courage I have for these things seemed to have disappeared—like sugar dissolved in water, it’s there but it has no form.
Tonight there’s some peace. I have prayed and will continue to pray. I can’t claim to be a person of great faith but I believe in God. Here in the hospital taking care of my mom, I know how things work. I hope that my mom can take some strength in the confidence I project. I’m not sure of anything. I hope for good results but I have no way of knowing. All I know are the motions of taking care of her physically and through that, I hope I’m bolstering her emotionally.
harpy on the loose 