Devorah

[porphyre]

There’s something about the smell of the place that clings to my skin. Perhaps it’s a disinfectant or the lotion she rubs on her skin. Possibly a mix of them both. Either way, it has become the scent of her dying and it won’t let me sleep. As soon as I am home, I step into the shower to rinse it off, knowing that I am sluicing her touch from my

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[_stranger_here]

So many things I want to say to you, but for now I will just say: there is so much heart and love in you and I love to read your words and I am so sorry for your pain. You should have had so much more. But it sounds like instead, you found your way to someone truly miraculous. Thank you for sharing this little glimpse with us -- I can only imagine the devastating loss you're facing. For what it's worth, I am sending (believe it or not) real love to you.

[porphyre]

You are a treasure and I am perpetually thankful for your care. <3

[angela_n_hunt]

I am so sorry.

*holds you both in the Light*

[porphyre]

Thank you, Quennessa. I'm sure she would appreciate that sentiment.

[porphyre]

Thank you, lovely. It was good to see you last week.

Love

[silveredmane]

Devorah and I spoke recently about when she met you. She dropped in unannounced, having driven across town to do so. You and I were having dinner. You were five and delightful. (And cute, but that's an aside.)I already loved you. We were having a "proper" dinner and I was trying to convince you to use your pretty fabric napkin, but like the pauper in the story of The Prince and the Pauper, you didn't want to soil it, so you held it scrunched in your hand, the back of which you used to wipe your mouth

[porphyre]

This is what I've been trying to take to heart this week:

"We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it."
- Rilke

[morbid_curious]

For some time I had been building up a good cry for my own mother, who is slowly slipping away from us between a brain tumour and the therapies that slow it down. Thank you for helping to let it out.

I have influenza at the moment so I can't see her, but I'll call again this afternoon.

*love*

[porphyre]

Before I started writing, it felt like I never would manage to get it down. Once I started, it felt like I would never stop adding to it. Both were very hard. I'm glad I managed to help.