Thank You

by | Aug 12, 2010 | 0 comments

Never have those words felt so ridiculously inadequate as they do lately. When someone drops off the food that continues to nourish us, or takes Audrey for the whole morning to their home where they will care for her and feed her. Or comes over to bathe her at night. Or comes to sleep over so I’m not alone with my grief.

“Thank you,” I always hear myself saying. And I am completely humbled and it has never sounded so completely inadequate, and yet at the same time, has never been so genuinely expressed, full of its intended meaning.

JAC

August 12, 2010
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