Debbie is in good hands with
the aide. I decided to get some air, purchase a coke and have a cigarette. I
went to the store with one thought running through my mind, Is there
anything else I can do for her? Had I
done everything I could for the “love of my life”? Would God sit by her side
and let her live out her life on earth or whisper in her ear, take her hand,
and guide her to heaven? I had no control over what was happening to her.
Cathey arrived at the
hospital room at 8:50am. She’d been detained by her hubby who was coming home
from Alaska after a three-month tour with the railroad. She called looking for
me. I told her I was downstairs having a smoke but would be up in a few
minutes. She said Deb is doing fine. My gut told me different.
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