Thursday, April 05, 2007

The Window

I remember looking out the window of the PICU room, six stories above a busy downtown street, watching the people walk by, skirting the peripheries of life and death dramas, oblivious to them.

I remember wishing I could be one of them again.

Every time I drive to or by the hospital now, I look up at the window that was C’s room, and I remember that moment and that feeling.

And I say a little prayer for the drama that is happening there now.

2 comments:

Me said...

oh, god, i relate to this. i was in a hospital/nursing home setting for months with my dad, hovering between life and death a lot of the time. i know it's different with a child but i can empathize.

Me said...

oh, god, i can relate to this. i was in a hospital/nursing home setting for months with my father - hovering between life and death. i know it's different with a child but I can empathize.
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