Thursday, December 13, 2007

in the paper

december 13 2007

Today I read in the paper that the nurse who was at our home when my second child was born, died yesterday.

She was very kind and it was fun to have her in the house during the hours my little lady lived.

Why do I live like people live forever?
I've often thought about her, but never felt like visiting her.
In a way I thought I could do when the children are older.

She's gone now. Maybe she is with my little daughter.

In a strange way it's conforting that the nurse who bathed her for the first time is now with her.


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