She’s finally resting quietly now. The starched white hospital sheets, void of any warmth or comfort, slowly rise and fall with each wonderful breath.
If she awakens, she will want her blue blankie, the one she’s had since high school. Old and tattered, it has seen her through many a crisis. Hopefully it will see her through this one.
Before the surgery, she said don’t bother to bring it. Then again she said a lot of things before the surgery — the surgery that was to save her life. I have her blankie with me. Read More»