Meeting God in the Empty Place – Turning Loneliness to Solitude

Libby and I used to talk nearly every night.  Often for a couple of hours. The topics varied greatly: basic logistical issues, smoothing over relational friction, concerns weighing on our hearts, big ideas, silly dreams.  Honestly the topics almost didn’t matter, it was having someone … “Meeting God in the Empty Place – Turning Loneliness to Solitude”

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Last hours for Libby?

Gaye, our primary hospice nurse stopped by today, even though it’s her day off. She believes based my Libby’s breathing patterns and several other indicators that Libby is likely on her last hours. We have been jumping between being unspeakable sad, in a numb disbelief, … “Last hours for Libby?”

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