Thursday, June 6, 2013
There are no changes to report. James is fighting for his life, but James is still alive. James is still here. There is still a lot of fight left in him. His body will heal with time. I truly believe in my heart of hearts that James will recover. Yet, I ache in my sadness. I ache in my fears. I ache in my loneliness. The darkness has an unbearable weight. I am broken without James.
There is still room to care for James in his delicate state. I seek ways to nurture. I take gentle care to wash the salty residue from his skin and oil from his beautiful curls. I massage lotion into his palms. I rest a cool washcloth on his forehead, and wipe the sweat from his cheeks. I speak to him in a soft voice. I give voice to our hopes and dreams. I hope that James feels my love within his deep sleep.