Saturday, I kayaked 8 miles on the river. It was a gorgeous day! My left shoulder was very painful and weakened quickly, but I stuck to it and made it home in record time, 1hr 45 mins. I did find my focus shifting a bit into unwanted territory, but I did manage to ward off the blues! I can still hear my patient's words to me... 'If I die before you get back, I want you to know that I'll be thinking of you and Ellen (my co-worker).'. I felt a bit wary of leaving her then, but she said that I could go and she would see me later. I never did. She died later that day and yet though she was physically gone, I can still feel her presence somehow. When I am tired, I can feel a hand touch my shoulder or I hear a wavery voice calling my name, her voice. She haunts me, but in a good way. I do miss her. I suppose I always will.
. . . forevermore . . .
. . . forevermore . . .
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