rose, it’s ok to be broken just as long as you can pick yourself up again. and i know you can. you’re stronger than i am. i wouln’t be able to handle this anywhere near as good as you are.
loss… it’s not a race or something you can have more of than someone else. there’s no loser or winner.
You hug her tighter, only knowing she needs more comfort.
it’s ok. it’s really ok.
How can you be so sure? I’ve spent the last two years learning what I need, to be sure, but I’ve also spent much of that time wishing I could have what’s gone now.
I still do miss my sight.
Just…the fact that I know I’m capable of living without it doesn’t make the pin of accepting it any less acute.
Goodbye, John. You give a small wave and promise to practice for him. It was nice getting to spend time with him. You...
so, i guess i’ll see you later. you better get better with that piano! You make your way over to the front door. It’s...