Waiting.

Patience is not a thing that comes easily to me.It's a hard-learned quality that I still struggle to grasp firmly...I hate delay..hate the pause...the uncertainty that the wait entails. But nevertheless, here we are again. We've lived pause and isolation before. Oh, more times then I can be bothered to count. When our sunchild became … Continue reading Waiting.

Broken

I'm in the Emergency Department in a 4-bedded room partitioned with long grey curtains ... I followed the ambulance here that came to collect my dad. Dad is in a lot of pain... and despite the buzz in here, everything is moving frustratingly slowly. The bed beside us has a lady. She is my mother's … Continue reading Broken