I have seen joy and I have seen death and I have fought the fight with this double-edged sword called Pediatrics
And twice I have seen you, my daughter, on the edge and have grabbed you with the fierceness and concentration of the drowning.
Aequanimitas, Sir William, vanished but quietly returned as we slowly walked home surrounded by the green, wet peace of the fading storm.
The warmth of the golden sun on your yellow hair blue skies umbrellaed over us, reflected in your eyes as you smile up at me asking questions, gently, patiently, eagerly.
A mouse is dead, you tell me... do you want to see? insistently pointing to the dark gray body hiding in the shadows of the garage. so we'll bury it this doesn't really hurt since being dead is like being asleep I shove the blade in with more force than I need and it