It's the kind of day I used to wish for a day off.
Sunny, but not too hot with a breeze that borders on wind.
I'd exit the hospital with a tinge of regret at having missed this kind of day.
No lunch. No time even to glance out ICU windows.
Yet, there had been a just exchange.
Between the morning report at sunrise
and the evening report at days end
the heart of life and I
had worked together.
I can't help wishing
I had that back.
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Comments: 11
Cruel, isn't it?
Not wholly cruel. My life now has it's own rewards..still, sometimes I can't help wishing..
I understand (too well). It is natural to feel this way. It would be helpful to have a little window of insight like this during those experiences that are best understood in retrospect sometimes.
Hugs to you, dear Deb... there will be many, many sunny days like this one. :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
I understand this more than you know. I miss the job I had to give up when we moved. I was really making a difference, and I miss that feeling. But, I try to focus on the good things about having more free time, and the choice of how to spend my day.
I remember that feeling and I'm still proud of all that I did. It made a difference and I still see the effects everywhere. I'm so glad I did what I did.
This really squeezed my heart. But I do know that you still have so much left to give, it's just a matter of finding where the bend in the path will lead. And this is a superb piece of writing.
You are still giving and giving to all of us who read these precious posts, Deb. Thanks for that and for opening it up to the rest of us.
Wow, that was amazing.
Thank you every one for the kind comments, and for the encouragment.