My brave friend April has been on a crazy ride the last 13 days (really, her whole life — so much more than we've all known) and while we who love her have tried to accompany her on the journey, she's been on her own. With a broken-ass ticker and some very tired lungs. What to do what to do what to do. I would stand in her room and sing camp songs until I lost my voice if I thought it would do any good or the hospital would let me. I would light a lantern and hold it up so she can find her way to peace or war or whatever combination serves her. There is so much I would do. And so little I can.
So tomorrow we do what we can again. Coffee and laughter and holding hands.