Her Story…

Last night while my family slept the silence of the house threatened to swallow me whole. The pain engulfed me, when suddenly I remembered her eyes. She was a survivor who came to visit me prior to my surgery. An older woman with silver white hair, pale blue eyes, wrinkles and soft hands. Her hands were tender as she held my hands. I couldn’t comprehend the depths of her understanding until now.

Today I understood her compassion. She knew the cost of being survivor and the journey I was about to embark was hard.

I wish I had another chance to thank her for her pillows. She had her story to share but she took the time to be a part of mine.

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