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| Gillon St., Charleston, S.C. |
I have lived two or three lives today and am glad to be home.
My day began with a neighbor pounding on my door calling for help for a roommate she thought was dying. He didn't, although he is in serious condition. I helped her deal with rescue workers, got to work, met with the son of a dear former volunteer who had passed away and then attended her funeral. She was fittingly buried in her hospital volunteer uniform. I topped off the evening by serving as photographer for the hospital's employee service awards at the Convention Center. Home feels very sweet.
9 comments:
what a physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting day and yet you seem to have moved through it with grace. i bet your bed felt good after all of that.
You are a hell of a woman, Joan. I'm proud to know you.
but you made it.
Thanks brattcat. It did!
Back at ya, Rick.
bfarr - we do don't we? :)
Seriously, what Rick said, a good friend and neighbor and photographer :)
That is a very tough day. Or week. You earned a glass of wine and a long, warm bath.
What a rough day. Sounds like it was a cup of tea, feet up on the ottomon kind of evening to recover.
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