Poor Wally
Barbara called this morning to tell us how he was doing. He is not well at all.
To fail at saving someone--ah, that is hard. To fail at saving two children, that had to cut him deeply, especially since his own have been lost.
I would like to visit him, but perhaps he would not want to see me now, the way Little One has been growing. I do not wish to flaunt our good fortune in the face of his misery. Perhaps later. Or at least we could speak on the phone; he would not need to look at me then, and perhaps simply hearing my voice would offer some comfort.
To fail at saving someone--ah, that is hard. To fail at saving two children, that had to cut him deeply, especially since his own have been lost.
I would like to visit him, but perhaps he would not want to see me now, the way Little One has been growing. I do not wish to flaunt our good fortune in the face of his misery. Perhaps later. Or at least we could speak on the phone; he would not need to look at me then, and perhaps simply hearing my voice would offer some comfort.