“I remember calling 911. I remember falling, realizing I couldn’t get up and I remember feeling warmer and warmer and safer… and then… and then I was here.”
Samuel never…
I want to fight. So I’ll fight for the both of us. I will launch a full-scale assault. I will ambush and slash and burn and fight until I am bloody for us. I will fight to the death because I vowed to. And nothing that’s happened since then has changed that.
Hey. Sorry, I should’ve called. They ordered us out really suddenly and I was hopping planes, and then I thought maybe I’d surprise you, but I can see by the look on your face…
You give birth to your beautiful little boy and you’ll give him a name and have him baptised right then and there. Then you’re gonna get to hold that baby and you’ll pray for him and sing to him. You’re gonna look at him and memorise every little detail of his face and you will do that as long as he lives. You will do that u n t i l G o d t a k e s h i m. He squeezed my finger… and then he l e t g o. R.I.P Samuel Norbert Avery
We can’t get too close. If we felt even a little of the love and the joy and the hopes that our patients are saying goodbye to, we’d never be able to function.
Why would God let that happen? I don’t understand it.
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