When You Break

It hurts me to see you hurting. My heart is your heart. It aches deeply for you. So urgently (so helplessly) I want to free you from this. Remove, delete this new burden you now have to bear each day and forever. But I can’t and I can’t and I am so powerless. There is nothing to do … More When You Break

Blood

Until his death, my grandfather donated blood as frequently as he could – every 12 weeks, I think. He knew all the nurses at the Red Cross Donation Centre. He loved the free milkshake reward. Most of all, he loved giving of himself.  An intimate and generous act in a clinical setting. I wonder how many … More Blood