The beige sterile ways are surrounding me..the typical waiting room chairs...the smell of sickness and healing waft through the corridors. The faces of concerned family and lived ones are everywhere.
It's all familiar...not the same but almost. I try to protect my mind from going back to that day in March five years ago.
Did I just say that?
Five years ago??
I don't want to go back to those long days and nights when daddy had a heart attack and the nightmare began. Like my cousin's and uncle around me, I recognize the stunned look of fear mixed with faith. I pray for a successful outcome...and not the outcome we had so many years ago. I wouldn't wish that on anyone that I care about.
My aunt is in surgery now to repair a broken pacemaker. There are many odds against her. She is my mom's youngest sister.
Peace.
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