"If I Die Young" - The Band Perry Someone asked me this morning, "How are you healing?" I didn't even know I was sick. With that thought in mind, I decided to put my uneasiness aside to say hello to a friend. I walked through the sliding door into the cold hallway, grateful that I brought my hoodie with me. I checked in, got my picture taken (this was new to me), and made my way to the elevator. There wasn't much hustle and bustle in the hospital since it was later in the evening and most of the visitors left. I walked up to the nurse's station and she pointed me to the room. The door was shut. I didn't want to knock so the nurse did it for me, opening the door. My friend was turned to her side with 3 people kneeling around her in prayer. My heart stopped. They hurried over to me. I didn't know what to say or do. I didn't want to believe what I thought I was seeing. A lady smiled at me, placed her finger to her lips and said, "She's ...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.