Go it Alone, Nahhhhh....
When my Dad was dying, he received radiation treatment, just to prolong his life. We went with him everyday, as he received treatments. One day, as he was lying on the gurney, I noticed that he was holding something on his chest. As I looked closer, it was a tiny little plastic photo album I gave to him. In it were pictures of my ten month old son Andrew, about twenty of them. I inquired, Dad, you have the photo album! And he cocked his head to the side so he could see me, as I was standing behind him, and he said with tears covering his twinkling blue eyes, "Yeah, I don't want to go in there alone." The patient cannot be accompanied into the radiation room. I know this, because when I went into that room when I was twenty-four, my mom would walk there with me, then have to wait at the thick metal door. She would always be there when I got out. I knew I wasn't alone.
We don't have to do life alone. Sometimes I can get that tough girl thing going on. Oh no, I can do it myself. But you know what, it's silly. I don't have to do it alone. My parents taught me that. Mom and Dad, I miss you, and thank you for teaching me, even in your profound absence tonight, that I am not alone.
Jenny, you are amazing. I have so much going through my mind that I want to write to you after reading this post, but without all of the extra wordiness to explain it, all I need to say is you are amazing.
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