Early this morning, as I began to write the date on the first patient chart of the day, I hesitated momentarily as I realized what the date was. Today is a date that used to mean accomplishment of what was, and promise of things yet to come. Today's date is a reminder of happier times when I would not trade a second of any day for anything else in the world. It means love so fierce that I thought my heart would literally explode with it. Now it is only. . .what was.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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