by mereintention

When to get here was the hardest decision. Months ago a hospice nurse told me that when they say he’s in transition it’s time to get here. No one was saying it. All of the signs of the week pointed to it. 

Having a friend in your life who is a truth speaker is divine and invaluable. Someone to call you on your personal bullshit. Someone to say out loud what you can’t. To make things real instead of not being sure of what to do with what is turning in your mind. Someone to give you permission to fuck up, but to challenge you to choose something better, to push you to find your best answer, not just a rationalized response. Someone who will listen.  No judgement. Nothing but real. Brutal. 

I’m grateful. I’m blessed.