I just wrote about visiting my friend yesterday in the same hospital where my mother died a few weeks ago – over 500 words.
Somewhere between spellcheck and publish, all but one paragraph disappeared. I can’t go through all that remembering again. There would be too much pain to try to reconstruct it. Never mind trying to remember the words.
I do remember the closing though.
I’ve read that being brave doesn’t mean you have no fear. Rather, being brave means doing what has to be done in spite of the fear.
I was brave today.